He was still humming a song on the way back. Yu Yue looked at him and knew exactly what he was thinking. "Did you see a satisfactory answer?"
Xie Yan hugged Yu Yue and kissed her back, "Wife, you're so smart, you guessed it right away."
Yu Yue hugged Xie Yan's neck and laughed as she leaned on his shoulder, "I don't even need to guess what you're thinking."
childish!
Xie Yan didn't think he was being childish; good brothers should share both good times and bad.
Gu Bin, who was enjoying his new life, was fine on the first day. It was just diapers, and the baby's urine didn't smell very bad, so he could accept it.
The next day, when Gu Yutong (Gu Bin's daughter, nicknamed Tongtong) had diarrhea, Gu Bin's face turned green instantly.
He hesitated for a long time but still couldn't bring himself to do it. Finally, he gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Linghui, saying, "Just throw it into the kang (heated brick bed) and burn it!"
He really couldn't bring himself to do it.
Zhang Linghui covered her mouth and chuckled, "You decide what to do. Anyway, your daughter will poop every day. See if you can get that many diapers?"
Gu Bin: "..."
Take a deep breath, and wash, he washes!
She glanced at Zhang Linghui, who was smiling happily, with a resentful look in her eyes, snorted in dissatisfaction, and walked out with the diapers in her hand.
Gu Bin spent two whole hours washing this diaper, though he spent most of that time mentally preparing himself.
On the other hand, his good brother was not far behind and was not doing well either.
Perhaps it was because Yu Yuehui ate too much during her pregnancy and had a sufficient intake of various nutrients that Xiao Chaochao absorbed a lot of nutrients in the mother's body.
This little guy is only one year old, but he is unusually active and energetic. He seems to be filled with endless energy every day.
She was filled with intense curiosity about this new world, as if everything had a great attraction to her. No matter what she saw, she couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and even put it in her mouth to taste it.
It requires constant supervision from adults.
Why!
Xie Yan had no idea how many times he had sighed today. Looking at the child over there happily counting ants, he wearily pinched the bridge of his nose.
It's already past one o'clock, why aren't you taking a nap yet!
Seeing another ant crawling up Chaochao's heel, Xie Yan quickly got up, picked up the child, shook him to shake the ant off, and stomped on it to kill it.
When Xiao Chaochao saw it, she pouted and cried, "Daddy, little ant~~" She looked down at the barely visible corpse of the little ant and cried even more sadly.
"Waaaaah~ Little ant~~~"
"Waaaaah~"
Xie Yan resisted the urge to hit the child and began to reason with him with a blank expression. He didn't care whether the child could understand or not; it was better if the child couldn't understand, so he could quickly calm him down and stop him from crying.
The voice was gentle as she said, "Have you forgotten what I told you last time? The queen ant lays 500-1000 eggs every day. There is only one queen ant in this nest. The ant mother is very busy every day. She has too many baby ants to count. How could she remember this little ant?"
Xiao Chaochao cried even harder after hearing this.
Xie Yan: "..."
With a helpless sigh, "What now?"
Little Chaochao cried and hiccuped, "Waaaaah, the little ant is so pitiful, Mommy doesn't even remember her." She finished speaking with difficulty and hiccuped again.
Xie Yan: "..."
He's been speechless more times lately than he has in the previous twenty years combined.
"Don't cry, the little ant will soon be reborn as its mother's child. Don't cry, the family will be reunited tomorrow."
Little Chaochao wiped away her tears with her chubby little hands and stammered, "Re...really?" Then she hiccuped.
Xie Yan nodded, carried her to the eaves, washed the towel clean, and was just about to wipe her face and hands when he felt a small hand rubbing against his leg.
Xie Yan: "!!!!"
He practically ground his back teeth to powder before he managed to suppress the urge to hit someone. "Chao Chao, what are you doing?"
Chaochao looked up innocently at her father and said, "Wipe your hands, Dad." She then held up her clean, white hands for Xie Yan to see.
Xie Yan took a deep breath. "Say it again, what are you doing?"
He just put on his new pants today!
Little Chaochao was unaware that her father was on the verge of exploding with anger. She looked at Xie Yan with an innocent expression and asked, "Dad, are you sick?" Even though she was shouting so loudly, her father still couldn't hear her clearly, so he must be sick. She stretched out the back of her hand and bounced around, wanting to check Xie Yan's temperature.
Xie Yan closed his eyes and silently told himself that the child was his own, his own. He repeated this twenty times before he could suppress his anger. He squatted down, lowered his head, and gave a standard smile. "Chao Chao, can you tell Daddy why you wiped your hands on Daddy's pants?"
Chaochao stretched out her little hand, "Are your hands dirty?"
Xie Yan: "..."
Such an irrefutable reason.
"Didn't Dad tell you? We should wipe our hands with a handkerchief. Have you forgotten?" he said, taking a handkerchief out of her pocket.
The little guy backed away as soon as he saw the handkerchief Xie Yan took out.
Xie Yan looked down at the clean handkerchief. "What's wrong? The handkerchief isn't dirty!"
The little guy walked a little further away. "Dirty?"
Xie Yan: "?"
Where is it dirty?
Seeing that she had explained everything clearly but her father still didn't understand, Xiao Chaochao gave her father a disgusted look and said, "It's been wiped clean, but it's dirty!"
Xie Yan gritted his teeth, looked down at the small handprint on his pants, and decided to teach this little guy a lesson about his strange germaphobia today.
I don't know what's wrong with this child. He doesn't care at all whether his clothes are dirty or not, but he cares a lot about himself. He can't stand it if there's even a little bit of dirt on him.
He pulled her close, held her on his lap, and explained softly, "Chaochao! Let me tell you, this handkerchief isn't dirty. Look, there isn't a single stain on it."
Children have their own logic and wouldn't listen to Xie Yan's explanation at all, insisting that the handkerchief was dirty.
After repeated explanations failed, Xie Yan gave up and said, "Next time you feel your hands are dirty, wipe them on yourself, not on Dad."
Chaochao nodded, then paused, "Why?"
Xie Yan took a deep breath. "Then tell me, why did you wipe your dirty hands on Dad?"
Little Chaochao stretched out her chubby little hand and looked at it. "Yes! Why?"
She couldn't understand, but still opened her big, bewildered eyes, hugged Xie Yan's leg, and said coquettishly, "I don't know either~"
Xie Yan: "..."
You didn't know and just wiped it on him, huh? He's not a walking towel.
I picked up a towel from the shelf, wet it, and wiped her face, cleaning her dirty little face. I earnestly instructed her, "So remember what Daddy said this time: if you feel your hands are dirty in the future, wipe them with a towel or handkerchief."
"If you really can't find a handkerchief, just wipe yourself, okay?"
"You absolutely, absolutely must not wipe it on Mommy, Daddy, or anyone else, okay?"
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