Chapter 19, Section 19: The Little Monster Daddy's Big Boobs
Pei Yiyan's determination to improve himself came with great momentum.
I've stopped coding and checking the stock market; every night after putting my daughter to bed, I stay up late reading.
He had already taught himself advanced mathematics at university level, so high school math and physics were naturally no problem for him. He mainly focused on improving his other subjects, among which Chinese and English had always been Pei Yiyan's weak points.
He has a good memory, but it's far from being able to remember everything he sees. Every day when he opens his eyes, he's thinking about how to memorize things quickly.
Two days after Zhou Yi returned to Beijing, her nanny, Aunt Liu, also took leave early to go back to her hometown for the Chinese New Year, making her already gloomy exam preparation life even worse.
The high school student's father is numb.
"What have you been up to lately? I haven't seen you all day long, and you haven't logged on to your account either. What have you been up to?" It was Liu Yang calling.
After being turned down several times, he needed to figure out what was going on.
Pei Yiyan said expressionlessly, "Make the milk powder."
Liu Yang was surprised: "You still need to make baby formula yourself? Don't you earn enough to hire a nanny?"
This kid must have made at least a million dollars in the stock market. He only needs to support a kid, how much money does he need? Why is he so strapped for cash?
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a weary, cold laugh: "You'll understand when you have kids."
This sounds familiar.
Liu Yang shivered and quickly said, "Hey, no! I'm not getting married and I'm childless by choice."
He likes to virtually raise his child because he sees other people raising cute kids.
Liu Yang: "Old Yang and I are sitting in the milk tea shop, Qiu Ming is here too. We're one short, come on over quickly."
"I'm not going."
Liu Yang said considerately, "I know you can't leave, so bring Xixi along too, and we can all help you take care of your daughter."
With no one to look after Xixi, Pei Yiyan had to take a week off and find a temporary caregiver, despite Old Lu's stern expression.
He's currently learning to cook for his little one while also dealing with the upcoming final exams. He's so exhausted every day that he falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, and he doesn't have the energy to take care of them.
"Let's talk about it during the holidays. Final exams are coming up soon and I need to review my lessons."
"What is it?" Liu Yang switched to the other ear, shook his head and said, "I didn't hear you clearly just now, say it again."
"I'm hanging up now, that's all."
Half a sentence remained stuck in my throat, and all I could hear was the dial tone.
Liu Yang touched his nose suspiciously.
Yang Sen fiddled with the lighter in his hand: "So, what's wrong? That kid Ayan isn't coming again?"
“He said he needs to review his lessons because final exams are coming up soon.” Liu Yang narrowed his fox-like eyes and rubbed his chin with his fingers. “Something’s not right. Is Ayan trying to change his personality and prepare for college entrance exams?”
Qiu Ming looked up and firmly denied it: "Impossible. Brother Yan just took a few days off, which made Lao Lü very angry. He's probably busy with other things."
Could it be that a new game has been developed?
Liu Yang was delighted: "Let's go."
Where are you going?
"Where else could we go? His house."
Qiu Ming: "Hey, Lao Yang, Da Liu, wait a minute, not this way, Brother Yan has moved to a new house!"
The three of them arrived at Pei Yiyan's new apartment building in a flash.
Click, the door opened.
"Hey, Brother Qiu, Uncle Liu, Uncle Yang, welcome!"
A little peach-flavored dumpling stood by the door, its voice sweet and innocent. Beneath its long, dark eyelashes were bright, watery eyes. Its chubby little hands gestured for the child to come inside, its cuteness and adorable charm striking right into the heart of any tough guy.
Yang Sen, a tall and burly old man, smiled broadly.
Liu Yang said in a high-pitched voice, "Little Xixi has a good memory. She still remembers your Uncle Liu. That's great."
Qiu Ming's sanity plummeted: Help! My ears are dirty! It's disgusting how men hold them together!
Children of this age usually only remember those close to them, while those they've only met once are best left alone.
The difference is that Xixi is a little monster, naturally intelligent. In addition, she later learned from Pei Yiyan that the ugly watch Liu Yang gave her was actually worth six figures, which greatly enhanced her impression of this uncle with unique taste.
Pei Yiyan absolutely refused to wear that watch, so Xixi turned into a little groundhog, hiding here today and there tomorrow, making her busier than the CEO who runs a business empire.
Finally, the father, unable to bear it any longer, spent a fortune to buy her a personal safe before he finally calmed down.
The large gold bracelet given by Yang Sen and the large red envelope given by Zhou Yi were also put into the safe by Xi Xi.
"Come in and sit down." The little dumpling acted like a proper little master, running to the water dispenser to get water for them.
"No need to bother Xixi," Qiu Ming said with a smile, stopping her. "We can fetch water ourselves if we're thirsty."
The little one walks with her head wagging and tail swaying like a little penguin; she's incredibly cute, and they couldn't bear to see her suffer.
Liu Yang: "Little Xixi, where's your dad?"
"Dad is working in the kitchen."
The three of them made quite a commotion when they entered, but Pei Yiyan didn't say a word. The three seasoned veterans immediately sensed that something was amiss.
They exchanged glances, then with a whoosh, the kitchen door was flung open, and a cold glint of light shot out: "What are you doing here?"
The three were caught off guard and were startled, and they all stepped back.
Holy crap, who is this?!
Has the rebellious teenager switched to a hot-tempered sweetheart image?
In front of the stove, the unruly and gloomy boy wore a taro-colored apron and a white cat headband. His handsome face was long and he looked at everyone with an expression of displeasure.
This visual impact is truly significant.
"Yan-ge!! You can actually cook?!" Qiu Ming exclaimed excitedly, his voice almost lifting the ceiling. "And it's my favorite stir-fried pork with chili peppers!"
Yan Ge really does have a thing for his lackey QAQ
It would be an absolute crime not to freeload off this meal.
Pei Yiyan's ears were sore from the noise that he swung the spatula and said, "Shut up, or get out of here."
Qiu Ming, with a shameless grin, slipped inside: "Hey Yan-ge, let me help you. Is there anything we need to wash? I'm really good at washing vegetables and peeling garlic. My mom loves the garlic I peel."
"Okay, you peel the garlic."
"Okay, how much do you want?"
"The more the better."
Pei Yiyan hates peeling garlic the most when cooking; his fingernails are full of residual garlic smell, and washing his hands several times doesn't help.
Liu Yang looked Pei Yiyan up and down, not wanting to miss out on the fun, and asked with a sly smile, "Yiyan, are you cosplaying a stay-at-home husband? Tsk, how virtuous."
Pei Yiyan shot him a sharp glare: "Weren't you supposed to be taking care of the kid? Get lost."
Liu Yang chuckled and picked up a box of fruit, swaggering around: "Now that I'm a dad, I shouldn't be so hot-tempered. These cherries were air-freighted over this morning. Wash them and have a taste."
Yang Sen followed closely behind, patted Pei Yiyan on the shoulder, and poked his eye into the pot: "Hey, stir-fried pork with chili peppers is good, it's appetizing and perfect as a dessert after a meal."
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Pei Yiyan said curtly, "I didn't cook your food."
Liu Yang quickly replied, "It's okay, we guys don't eat much, a couple of bites will do."
Pei Yiyan looked awkward: "There aren't any extra bowls and chopsticks."
Liu Yang: "Is that a big deal? Do you think my Iron Sand Finger is just for show? I can grab it with my hands."
"6. This meal is a must-eat."
Unable to bear the loneliness, Xixi skipped in, her little hands gripping the edge of the stove, her eyes darting around, and her head held high.
Pei Yiyan frowned: "Get out, or you'll be in pain if oil splashes on you."
Xixi stood on tiptoe: "Dad, are you making Xixi's favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"
Pei Yiyan held an egg in his slender fingers and tapped it twice on the rim of the bowl, causing the egg to slide into the bowl.
"Um."
"Then Dad, hurry up and put the tomatoes in!"
Pei Yiyan: "Stop arguing, fry the eggs first."
"Tomatoes are sweet, let's stir-fry them first."
"Add the tomatoes after frying the eggs; that's how the recipe says it."
"No, no, you're mistaken. You should stir-fry the tomatoes first."
A father and daughter, one big and one small, were arguing about whether to fry the eggs or the tomatoes first. Their similar faces showed the same stubbornness and disdain.
Yang Sen glanced at Qiu Ming, his eyes conveying a gloating expression that seemed to say, "Is this how they usually are?"
Qiu Ming pecked at the rice like a chick, his composure tinged with a hint of smugness—all familiar scenes to him.
Pei Yiyan looked at the confident-looking girl and realized that something was amiss. He narrowed his eyes and asked:
"Did you secretly eat all the ketchup?"
Xi Xi's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of panic flashing across her face. She denied it in a way that seemed to say "no, no, Xi Xi didn't finish eating!"
Pei Yiyan bent down and opened the cupboard, where an empty jar of tomato sauce was prominently displayed.
He thought the ketchup in the store was too sweet and cloying, and that it would cause cavities in children if they ate too much of it, so he learned how to make ketchup online. He put very little sugar in it, and the children surprisingly accepted it without complaining at all.
He usually dips his steamed buns and mantou in something, and every now and then he sneaks a bite when he's not looking.
Pei Yiyan held the evidence presented in court: "What is this?"
Xi Xi: "Jar"
What kind of jar is it?
"Empty, empty can."
Pei Yiyan's lips twitched, and he pinched Xixi's soft cheek: "Who ate it? Explain yourself properly."
The little girl looked at the sky and then at the ground, her snow-white fingertips twisting together, her cheeks flushed.
"Hmm, it was eaten by the little monster."
Pei Yiyan's eyes were meaningful, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "So there's a cunning and gluttonous little monster hiding in the house."
Xi Xi rubbed her little hands together, feeling embarrassed and annoyed.
The next moment, it suddenly puffed out its chest proudly and said righteously, "That's because the little monster has a picky father who doesn't like tomato. The little monster is eating it for his unreasonable father, otherwise the tomatoes would be sad."
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He had never said he hated tomatoes, so how did this little brat know? Pei Yiyan raised an eyebrow in surprise.
With renewed confidence, Xixi spoke louder: "Little Monster Daddy should thank Little Monster and reward her properly."
Pei Yiyan smiled enigmatically: "What's the reward?"
Xi Xi pretended to think for a moment, then slowly said in her baby voice, "As a reward, Daddy the little monster will feed the little monster milk."
Three Idiots: "Hahahahahaha!"
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That thief is still determined.
Without saying a word, Pei Yiyan picked up the little brat and threw him back into the living room, giving him a good chance to reflect on his actions!
The little brat wasn't angry; his innocent face showed a calm confidence that everything was under control.
If you get close, you can hear her muttering: "The first bite of the delicious food is always saved for Mom, the second bite is for Xixi, and after Mom finishes the first bite, it's Grandma's turn."
The clever little monster didn't believe that her father's breasts, which were that big, didn't produce milk.
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