As a result, before he even got close to Gu Nian, his back collar was lifted up and slipped away.
Little Millet Cake's hands and feet were gesticulating randomly in the air, like a little turtle whose shell was pinched.
"You are already a big kid, how can you ask your mother to wash you." Chu Zhaoyang spat out three words without mercy, "Shameless."
Little Millet Cake was so angry that he couldn't even sleep, "I want my face, I want my face!"
"I want to wash it myself." Little Millet Cake protested.
Chu Zhaoyang said "hehe" and put Little Miller Cake under his arm.
Ignoring Little Millet Cake's short legs, he carried him into the bathroom.
"Don't let me do it, take it off yourself." Chu Zhaoyang put Little Millet Cake on the edge of the bathtub and sat there, folding his hands on his chest and looking at him condescendingly.
Gu Nian heard the two people making a fuss inside and shook his head with laughter.
She handed Little Millet Cake to Chu Zhaoyang, she felt relieved.
She left Little Millet Cake's bedroom first and went back to her room to change clothes.
Little Millet Cake waited for a while, but finally found that he could not escape Chu Zhaoyang's clutches, and finally reluctantly took off his clothes, revealing his delicate white flesh.
Then, he hid in the bathtub and couldn't get out. He couldn't help but glance at Chu Zhaoyang's trouser chain.
Dad didn't take off his pants, and they were bulging.
Chu Zhaoyang: "..."
Where was he looking, brat?
Although he was resentful in his heart, he still puffed up his belly and showed off his pride to his own son.
Little Millet Cake : "..."
Then, under the envious and jealous eyes of his son, he proudly took off his pants.
As if showing off silently, you see, I am your father, I am taller and stronger than you, even here I am bigger than you.
If Gu Nian knew about it, he would definitely have to twist Chu Zhaoyang's ears and drag him out.
Had he ever compared himself to his son like this?
Where's the shame?
Little Millet Cake looked at the gap between himself and his father and asked, "Dad, what do you usually eat?"
Chu Zhaoyang raised his eyebrows at him with a half-smile: "Want to eat then be as big as dad?"
Little Millet Cake nodded embarrassedly and only glanced at Chu Zhaoyang quickly again.
The meaning was self-evident.
Chu Zhaoyang curled his lips proudly, raised his long legs and stepped into the bathtub.
He sat down opposite Little Millet Cake and filled the bathtub with water. Because of his addition, it immediately filled up and the water level rose a lot.
"If you want to be as old as me, you have to eat more vegetables." Chu Zhaoyang saw that Little Millet Cake suddenly looked like vegetables, and continued, "You can eat meat, but you can't be like before, only eating meat and not eating anything. It's time to eat vegetables. Only by eating more vegetables and having balanced nutrition can you grow bigger."
Chu Zhaoyang smiled, "It's like junk food, so you should eat less of it."
Brat: "..."
He splashed the water twice and said: "Then...then don't let mom make pizza and eat it. It's junk food."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Chu Zhaoyang proudly: "Anyway, I have eaten it many times before, so I can just bear it until I grow up. When I get greedy, I just recall the taste."
As he spoke, he glanced at Chu Zhaoyang faintly, his eyes rolling, clearly saying: Dad, you are different, you have never eaten the pizza made by mom.
Chu Zhaoyang: "..."
"Haha." Chu Zhaoyang laughed twice, letting Little Millet Cake tremble in the warm water.
"If you don't want to eat, you can ask mom to just cook it for me, and you can just watch from the side." Chu Zhaoyang didn't feel there was any shame in bullying his son.
This meant that he have no intention of eating behind Little Millet Cake's back at all.
Just to make him greedy to death in front of him!
Little Millet Cake : "..."
Were there any fathers like this?
Were there? !
Well...a good man will not suffer the immediate consequences!
When he turned around, he complained to his mother and asked her to educate his father!
Who made mother the head of the family?
Even Chu Zhaoyang would never have thought that the little guy had such an idea in his mind right now.
***
After giving Little Millet Cake a bath and asking him to put on his pajamas and sleep comfortably, Chu Zhaoyang returned to the bedroom.
It was quiet at night, and the hands of the watch on the wall pointed to a quarter past three.
Gu Nian nestled in Chu Zhaoyang's arms, sleeping soundly without even dreaming.
Wrapped only by the warmth of Chu Zhaoyang's body, she felt at ease and comfortable.
Suddenly, there was a faint ringing of the doorbell.
Because the door was closed, the sound of the doorbell was not very clear.
Coupled with the fact that she was fast asleep, the doorbell became erratic, as if it was ringing in a dream.
Gu Nian moved drowsily, thinking that he was dreaming, so she ignored it.
Chu Zhaoyang woke up and made sure that the doorbell was indeed ringing from his home. He frowned and opened his eyes.
He carefully let go of Gu Nian without waking her up.
The left hand side was being pressed under the neck by Gu Nian.
He could only pull it out carefully. With just a slight movement, Gu Nian's head swayed, but it still woke her up.
Gu Nian opened her eyes drowsily, and now she really heard the doorbell ringing, and couldn't help but frown.
"Did someone ring our doorbell?" At this time, she was still a little confused. She squinted her eyes and fumbled for her phone, then opened it to check the time.
The screen's light was extremely dazzling in the dark.
Gu Nian squinted her eyes and zoomed out the screen a little further before she could see the time clearly.
"Why would anyone ring the doorbell at this time?" Gu Nian still had a worried voice that was not fully awake.
Chu Zhaoyang's eyes flickered, and Gu Nian couldn't see clearly in the darkness.
"You sleep here, I'll go out and take a look." Chu Zhaoyang said.