When the baby was brought out and saw his father, his eyes were blank for two seconds, while his little teeth were still diligently grinding his biscuits.

"ah."

The little dumpling immediately burst out with a silly grin, clutching the cookies in its hands and trying to hide them behind its back so its father wouldn't see.

But his hands were too short, both fat and short, and he couldn't hide the cookies no matter how hard he tried to pull them back.

"Hahaha, you chubby little fool."

Shen Yulou sat on the edge of the bed, propping his head up and laughing non-stop, his fingers unable to resist tickling the little guy's belly.

"Giggle...giggle..."

It itches, baby is itchy.

The little guy was laughing so hard he was practically falling over, drooling and bubbles coming out of his mouth. He turned around, grabbed his blanket, and held up a cookie, trying to run away.

"Uh-huh!"

So tired, my hands are so tired.

The little kid wiggled his bottom, but his dad held his feet and he couldn't run away.

"Bang bang, bang bang bang!"

Her hands, which had been holding up the cookies, were tired, so she sat back down and blinked her watery eyes at her father.

Shen Yulou's heart softened at the sight of the adorable little boy's round face. Just as he was about to lean in and give him a couple of kisses, the little boy seized the opportunity to stuff a cookie into his father's mouth.

"Ah! Chirp."

Eat, Dad is eating hard cake.

"You little rascal, Daddy won't eat your cookies."

With a cookie stuffed in his mouth by the little guy, Shen Yulou mumbled incoherently, but half-heartedly, he still managed to swallow the cookie, which had been chewed into a pitted mess by the little guy.

"Hmm~"

Dad ate the hard cake.

The evidence of the stolen food was "destroyed," and the little one clapped his hands happily, his mouth full of wet, sticky cookie crumbs.

"Look at you, you're almost a dirty baby. Take a bath and go to sleep with Daddy."

Shen Yulou ate the cookie crumbs that were stuck to the cub's hair, then took out a set of pajamas from his spatial storage to take the cub to the bathroom for a bath.

"Hmm? Chirp chirp, blah blah biu~"

The phone screen on the pillow suddenly lit up.

The little boy pursed his lips, staring at his father's phone with some curiosity.

Shen Yulou simply picked up the baby with his left hand and held his phone with his right hand, looking at the phone screen with the baby.

The ticketing information in the pop-up window took up most of the phone screen.

This is a ticket for the individual race of the "IW" racing competition next week, a ticket that Shen Yulou specially asked someone to grab for him to watch the race up close.

Before a race, spectators will place bets on their favorite teams or drivers.

To enhance interactivity and commemorative value, ticketing agencies will print photos of the bettors on the tickets.

Shen Yulou's ticket for the "IW" singles racing event has a very dynamic design.

The main color is the signature ice blue of the Chi Yuan Racing Team, and the front features a high-definition print of Chi Yuan wearing a trendy racing suit and touching the engine of his beloved car.

"Look, who is this? Baby, look who is this?"

Shen Yulou kissed the baby's forehead, her fingernails tapping the screen to attract the baby's attention.

Who? Who is it?

The little one leaned closer, his tiny hand grasping his father's fidgeting fingers and gently pushing them away.

"Bang! Bang!"

The little white dumpling recognized its father at a glance and tapped the screen with its hands, even more excitedly than Shen Yulou.

"Mwah mwah mwah..."

I couldn't wait to lean in and kiss the screen. The little guy tilted his head left and right, and his mouth kept moving.

"Bang bang bang! Chirp chirp."

Speak up, talk to me!

Why isn't Dad saying anything?

The little one usually sees his dads through video calls; the dads move and talk.

But this dad can't move or speak, and Fatty Hands desperately wants to smash the screen and rescue his dad.

"This is a photo, not a phone call."

"Does my little one still remember what a photograph is?"

Shen Yulou took off her clothes and led the child into the bathroom. The little guy thought for a moment and then nodded.

"fa! fafa!"

The photo is a painting.

The drawing doesn't move, and neither does the photograph.

"Yes, the baby is so smart, the photo is a drawing."

Shen Yulou affectionately echoed his son and closed the bathroom door.

It is correct to use familiar things as metaphors when explaining new things to your baby.

Because babies are more familiar with old things, new things are just incidental.