"Daddy, do you want me to feed you?"

Chaochao, who had been as still as a little block of wood, stared at Huo Qin with bright eyes, her soft, childlike voice barely concealing her excitement.

"Is it? Is it?"

She peeked her head into the man's eyes.

Huo Qin's fingertips, which had missed their mark, twitched imperceptibly. He raised an eyebrow slightly, his dark gaze sweeping lightly over the little boy who had simply rested his head on his lap, his thin lips parting slightly.

"Need not."

Just two words are enough to intimidate onlookers and make them hesitate to approach. But of course, this doesn't include a certain little dumpling.

"Xiaoqi...Daddy didn't say, did he say we don't need to?"

Having been immersed in classic family dramas for months, the little girl already had a solid foundation. With the system's guidance just now, she quickly discovered the key point in Huo Qin's two-word mantra.

They say on TV that both boys and girls can say one thing and mean another... Dad didn't say whether he wanted to or not, so that means—

I really want to!!!

The system, a loyal supporter: "I think Chaochao, you're right."

Huo Qin saw that the rejected little dumpling showed no sign of discouragement. Instead, it seemed to have figured something out, and its bright eyes instantly shone as brightly as a 220W super-powerful spotlight.

"Daddy, shall I feed you?"

The little dumpling's voice was sweet as silk, and she held up four fingers towards the ceiling.

"I only fed Daddy cake this time! No one else!"

It's almost as if they've printed "Daddy, of course I love you the most, the most, the most" on their face and played it on a loop.

Huo Qin... was speechless for a moment.

It's a wonderful experience to be treated like a little kid by my three-year-old daughter, even though it's not the first time.

Huo Qin couldn't deny that he felt a slight sense of disappointment, but it was far from enough to make him throw a tantrum at a little kid. At most, when she came to ask him about the cake, he would just make a lighthearted joke to tease her...

However, the effect was a bit too strong.

Huo Qin once again resisted the urge to rub his temples, and was the first to give in: "...Really, it's not necessary. I'm not unhappy."

He can feed himself.

Huo Qin's original intention was to comfort the little dumpling, but after he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that this was like trying to hide something obvious.

Unsurprisingly, he saw the suspicious look Chaochao gave him, and then let out a wistful yet relieved sigh of "I knew it!"

Huo Qin: "..."

She waved the cake in her hand and said in a soft, coaxing tone, "Daddy will be happy if he eats a delicious cake~"

But the man remained unmoved, pursing his lips.

A thoughtful look flashed across Chaochao's rosy cheeks.

Are you dissatisfied with the way she feeds you?

The scene of Shize's mother feeding him donuts replayed in her mind.

She straightened her body slightly, as if as a prelude to some kind of action.

Then, she spun her hand holding the small cake twice in the air like a snake, before it flew smoothly to his lips: "Here comes the little cake~"

At this moment, the little dumpling was filled with endless emotions.

Daddy, who will treat you like a child if you leave me?

Huo Qin: "..."

Huo Qin: "…………"

The long-dormant sense of shame showed signs of revival at this moment, especially after hearing Aunt Ning's hurried footsteps as she left the room.

Chaochao saw that her dad's mouth still didn't open, but she nodded her head as if she understood. The little cake airplane returned the way it came, ready to try again.

"...I'll eat it."

Huo Qin closed his eyes, then opened them.

His deep voice contained a hint of despair.

The little dumpling, who was wobbling in the car, lit up with excitement upon hearing this.

The cake-shaped airplane, forced to return to its origin, suddenly turned around and, accompanied by a cheerful, lighthearted baby voice, announced: "The little cakes are here again~~"

Huo Qin, who thought he could escape disaster by compromising, was speechless.

"Daddy, ah—"

Huo Qinwei let out a barely perceptible breath, then opened his mouth and ate.

Seeing her dad finally eat the little cake, Chaochao's almond-shaped eyes crinkled with happiness. She withdrew her little hand from under the cake and slapped it into her mouth.

We can't waste these fallen bits!

Hehe, even the crumbs are super delicious!

Despite his inner numbness, Huo Qin still ate with elegance. He looked up and bumped into Chao Chao, who was sitting with her butt sticking out, elbows propped on the sofa, looking up at him as she ate. Chao Chao was laughing to herself, occasionally letting out a thoughtful "Daddy, so you like this kind of thing?"

Huo Qin choked on the last bite of cake.

Finally relieved, Chaochao picked up another piece of cake, wiggled her bottom, and climbed onto the sofa, sitting down next to Huo Qin's arm.

Now she can watch in peace...

However, when she looked up, she saw that only the end credits of this episode remained on the TV screen, and heard the clear and resonant announcer narrating the preview for the next episode.

The little dumpling's happy smile was frozen in time.

In the blink of an eye, a sad little stone statue has appeared in the world.

"Holy crap, holy crap, my balls are pounding!!!"

With a small cake in her mouth, Chaochao stared in shock, her eyes wide, and spread her hands to show that her wonderfully large "cow egg" had disappeared!

Huo Qin slowly wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, then casually uttered, "It's a rather round cow dung."

He heard it.

The little dumpling with the cake in its mouth shuddered, its head snapping back to look at him incredulously, its little mouth gaping open in surprise.

Huo Qin caught the small cake that fell from her mouth with lightning speed, his handsome eyebrows slightly raised.

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