My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 194

Qinqin vaguely remembered that she seemed to be angry with her father, but she felt embarrassed when her father kissed her, so she leaned into her father's arms and closed her eyes.

"Hey, let's go to the mountain and cut two trees."

There was a thick layer of snow on the mountain, and Qinqin was wearing non-slip boots, but he would still fall every two steps, grabbing his father's clothes and falling hard to the ground.

After falling five times, Qinqin lost her patience and simply sat there without moving.

Xianyu didn't hear the footsteps following behind him, turned his head to look at the cub sitting there with anger written all over his face, then turned around and went to squat down in front of him.

"Are you willing to let Dad hold you now?"

Qinqin didn't answer, but stretched out her hand and raised her chin slightly, the meaning was obvious.

There is no need to apply in advance to cut two small trees on the mountain. The original owner has not lived at home for a long time, and many things cannot be used, such as the wooden sticks used for making glutinous rice cakes.

Taking advantage of the fact that the glutinous rice needs to be soaked for another two days, Xianyu went up the mountain to find out if there was any suitable one.

It is really troublesome to take care of the child alone, no matter what you do, you have to take Qinqin with you, and it is troublesome to let him stay at home alone, and it is troublesome to take him with you.

Picking a suitable tree, chopping down a big one and a small one, on the way back, Qinqin didn't let her father hug her, but dragged the smaller one and walked ahead.

"Be more careful when going down the mountain. What if you run too fast and fall?"

Xianyu chased after him and told him, dragging Qinqin's clothes to prevent him from trotting down the mountain like before.

Qinqin nodded half-understood, handed her hand to her father, and asked her to lead the two of them down the mountain together.

As soon as he got home, Xianyu threw the tree aside, went to the small house where the fire was warmed, and lit the fire first. After warming his body, he took a look at Qinqin who took off his shoes and baked his socks.

Qinqin noticed his father's gaze, and shook her feet slightly.

"Hurry up, Dad is going to cook soon."

The goose-yellow thick plush socks dangled in circles. I don't know if it's because this is my own cub, so Xianyu thinks it's cute.

Qinqin knew that her father would not let her stay here alone while cooking, so she moved her feet closer to the fire.

His little brain couldn't figure out why he still got wet even though he was wearing boots and socks, and he couldn't even figure out why his father didn't let him stay here and bake slowly.

"Eat something casually at noon, and dad will cook something delicious for you in the evening, okay?"

"Ah."

After entering the kitchen, Qinqin sat on a small chair. He was also a little tired from running around the mountain. He kept this posture and watched his father wash vegetables by the sink.

Xianyu himself didn't feel much, but it was true that after washing a few green vegetables, his hands were already red with cold.

While cooking, he glanced at the contents of the pot, and felt a strange trance for no reason.

Now stir-fried vegetables with shredded pork, plus a soup, it can be regarded as a casual meal for me.

When he was not very good at cooking, he definitely had to work from morning to night.

In the afternoon, Xianyu peeled the bark of the tree in the small house warming the fire. After finishing it, he tried twice and found that it was not bad. Then he brought Qinqin to move the stone basin that had not been used for many years in the utility room. out to clean.

If I can remember it, I will take a picture of it, if I can't remember it, I will pretend it never happened.

After the glutinous rice is soaked, steam it first. During the waiting time, leisurely fry the sesame seeds sent by an aunt some time ago, crush them with a pestle, and then add sugar to stir.

Qinqin is used to his father always preparing a lot of delicious food for him. As soon as he saw his father making it, he rushed over to try it.

"Wait a minute, this is not what you eat now."

"Oh."

After the glutinous rice was steamed, Xianyu took some out first, rolled it into small glutinous rice balls and rolled them in crushed sugar and sesame seeds.

Afraid that Qinqin's small intestines would not be able to bear it, so he rubbed three small ones for him, and when he handed them to Qinqin, he subconsciously sniffed them.

The sesame seeds grown in my aunt's house taste very fragrant when fried. Qinqin takes a bite of a small ball, and after eating, he still stares at his father eagerly.

"You can't eat too much, be good."

Xianyu moved the steamed glutinous rice over and poured it into the stone basin. The two sticks used to make glutinous rice cakes had been soaked long ago. Qinqin took the smaller one and started doing it like his father.

Before Xianyu had fixed the recording tool in a suitable position, Qinqin was a little scared at first, but he was relieved when he found that his father was only concentrating on making glutinous rice cakes.

After just a while, I was sweating, I took off my coat and threw it aside.

Qinqin found that playing Ciba was really fun, and when she was addicted to playing, she unconsciously forgot that the camera was on the side.

After finishing it, Xianyu saw that his little face was flushed with exhaustion, walked up to him and squatted down, Qinqin took the initiative to put her face in front of his father, her beautiful eyes were shining brightly.

"We can also make croquettes next. Do you like sweet potato balls, Qinqinxi?"

"No, I don't know."

"Then Qin Qin will know after a taste."

Xianyu hugged Qinqin and continued to make glutinous rice cakes, Qinqin stood still and stared at his father's back, and repeated what his father said in a voice that was so soft that he could hardly hear it.

"Taste Qinqin, Qinqin will know."

In the small house for heating, Xianyu made an iron grid for baking by himself, cleaned and disinfected it carefully, before he only roasted peanuts and sweet potatoes on it, but now there is another baked glutinous rice cake.

The glutinous rice cake had just been baked into yellow, and Qinqin couldn't wait to reach out to take it. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he quickly retracted it. When he turned around, he saw his father raised his hand as expected.

Hiding his small hands in his lower abdomen, he turned his head to the other side.

He knew that if he touched it by himself just now, his father would definitely come over and slap his hand, and he might want to let himself watch his father eat.

When the snow stopped, Xianyu planned to dig two radishes to stew meat. Qinqin took his small shovel to find a place, squatted there and started working.

Seeing a small green radish, Qinqin planned to bury it, but found that it looked a bit like a sweet potato.

"bake."

"Qinqin wants to eat roasted radishes?"

Qinqin didn't know what roasted radish was, but seeing his father's appearance, he really thought about it, so he nodded slightly.

"Then this little daddy will take it back and roast it for Qinqin."

After lunch, before Xianyu had time to wash the dishes, Qinqin grabbed him by the corner of his clothes and motioned him to roast radishes in the small house.

Xianyu washed the radish before putting it there. The water is not cold enough in winter, even if it is just to wash a radish.

Putting the radish on the iron shelf, he turned his head and glanced at the little guy sitting there with eyes full of expectation. As soon as Xianyu stretched out his hand, he shrank his head very cleverly.

"Why? Afraid I'll freeze you again?"

Qinqin, who shrunk his head, didn't speak, but it was obvious from the way he looked at Xianyu that he meant it.

"Where is Dad so bad?"

Qinqin nodded, wanting to say that his father is just that bad, but Xianyu perfectly misunderstood his meaning, and stretched out his hand to pinch his baby's fat face.

"Well, Dad just said it's not that bad."

"Come back later, and go wash the dishes with Dad first. Dad will be scared if he stays in the kitchen alone."

Xianyu probably had a clear understanding of Qinqin's character. If he said that he was worried about staying here alone, Qinqin would only say that he would not move around and would be very obedient and not touch things.

No matter how much Qinqin at this age promises, Xianyu still can't rest assured, and can't bear the consequences of being burned.

But if I tell him that I am afraid alone, even though Qinqin wants to stay here more in his heart, he will obediently follow him, maybe it is really troublesome to complain about his father quietly in his heart.

"Qinqin, it's snowing."

Qinqin followed his father's line of sight and glanced out, the clear eyes under the long and curly eyelashes were beautiful, Xianyu quietly took out his mobile phone and took two photos.

He didn't know whether he wanted to have material for editing the video in the future, or he just wanted to record the growth of the child.

"Qinqin has grown a little bit taller."

Hearing these words, Qinqin, who was still watching the snow just now, ran over to move a bench to step on, took the chalk off the window sill, and handed it to his father.

He ran to stand next to a pillar, Xianyu walked over to compare his height with his head, and drew another stroke on it.

After listening to the sound of chalk rubbing against the surface of the pillar, Qinqin turned around to take a look. Compared with the already faded line drawn last time, it was indeed a little taller.

"Let's go, your radishes should be ripe."

After Xianyu finished speaking, he started to walk in the direction of the small house, but Qinqin ran a little faster than him, obediently sat down on his own small chair, and waited for his father to come to help pick up the radish.

The last time he took it by himself, his father seemed very angry, and wanted him to watch him eat the sweet potatoes he baked, which made Qinqin almost cry.

Xianyu touched the surface of the radish to make sure it was really ripe, peeled off the outer layer of skin and handed it to Qinqin, it was still steaming.

Although Qinqin was very curious and kept thinking about it before, after all, she had never eaten this thing before.

When it was really time to start trying, he froze for a moment before pushing his father's arm and handing it to his father's mouth.

"Okay, thank you Qinqin for letting Dad have a taste first."

"Ah."

Qinqin avoided his father's sight with a guilty conscience. In fact, he didn't want to let his father taste it first, but he was just curious about whether the food was good or not.

The roasted radishes don't have any seasoning added, and they're not too sweet. The radish has a strong flavor and a strange spicy taste. The taste of leisure is just average.

Qinqin has been paying attention to his father's face, and after confirming that it doesn't look ugly, she tugged at the corner of his father's clothes and motioned for his father to let her have a taste too.

"Do you really want to eat?"

Xianyu didn't hand him the radish right away, but instead took it back. This appearance aroused Qinqin's interest, and he nodded seriously.

"want."

After finishing speaking, his hands had already reached his father's wrist, for fear that his father didn't intend to feed him.

"Okay, then you can try it."

Qinqin thought it was delicious, so her mouth grew very big, and she bit off a small half of the little radish.

I didn't feel much when I didn't taste the taste at first, but later I found that it was a little spicy.

The original expression of enjoyment gradually became dignified, and in the end the eyebrows began to frown.

Staring wide-eyed and turning his head to stare at his dad, his brows furrowed more and more as he chewed.

Xianyu just watched his expression change quietly, holding the carrot in his hand all the time.

It's not that it's unpalatable, it's just that it's not delicious. It's strange that such a little guy who is fed by him in different ways every day just wants to make delicious food, can love this kind of food.

"Have you finished eating? Lai Qinqin still has two bites."

He swallowed Qin Qin before chewing it completely. He still remembered that his father told him not to waste food.

Now seeing the little radish being handed to him again, he subconsciously hid behind him, thinking that he wanted to eat this before, so he reached out and patted his stomach in a hurry.

"I am full?"

"Ah."

Xianyu ate the rest of the radish, and went outside to wash his hands again.

It's strange if I'm full. Usually I can eat a bowl of rice, but today I only ate half a bowl. It's probably because I was thinking about the radish and wanted to save some stomach.

Now I tell myself that I am full, and I will make something to try in the afternoon.

Thinking of what kind of ways Qinqin might rack his brains to say that he was hungry next, Xianyu looked forward to it.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Qinqin's stomach growled lightly.

Qinqin, who was drowsy in the warm little house, shook her head and quickly woke up when she heard this sentence.

First, he looked at his father's face, and then reached out to cover his stomach.

Xianyu quickly opened his eyes, leaned over and rubbed Qinqin's head.

"hungry?"

"Ah."

"It just so happened that my aunt brought some chestnuts over yesterday, go and get some and I'll roast some for you to taste."

If it weren't for the fact that they came back a bit late, and because they were too busy at that time, Xianyu would also like to pick up some.

The chestnut trees all over the mountains and plains are too big, and they usually wait for the chestnuts to fall naturally after they are mature, and Qinqin should be very happy when the chestnuts are picked next year.

"it is good."

Qinqin quickly stood up, he remembered the location of the chestnut, he was just planning to grab a handful, but when he turned around and walked away, he took a look at the three chestnuts he was clutching in his small hand, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not enough.

So I went back and grabbed another handful. The chestnuts I caught this time were bigger, and I only got two.

After thinking about it, Qinqin pulled up her clothes, wrapped them in a smock outside the padded jacket, packed about a dozen chestnuts, and walked towards the small house contentedly.

"Why did you take so much? Can Qinqin eat it all?"

While talking, Xianyu cut a hole in the chestnut with a knife. This time, instead of roasting it on the iron grid, it was buried in the ashes of the stove.

After everything was buried, Qinqin walked up to him and stood there, Xianyu hugged him in his arms, rubbing the tip of his nose against his profile.

"what happened?"

"dad."