Chapter 31 31 Berry, a pitiful baby.
Feng Ci felt that life was very wonderful.
A while ago, he was worried that Meiguo would become an undocumented child without schooling, and he couldn't sleep because of her household registration. Unexpectedly, after all the twists and turns, she turned out to be his own child.
Looking at the new page in the household registration book, Feng Ci felt relieved from the inside out.
With the household registration in hand, Feng Ci was not in a hurry to find a kindergarten for Meiguo. Firstly, her mother was at home and needed her younger sister's company. Secondly, there were three people at home to accompany Meiguo, and the child was already reluctant to leave home, so how could he want to go to school?
In the past, there were only Meiguo and Aunt Luo at home, and Feng Ci would be distracted in class and had to check the surveillance at home from time to time. But now he can immerse himself in studying without any worries.
Feng Ci performed exceptionally well in this mock exam, catching up to the tail end of his undergraduate degree for the first time. If he continues to maintain this performance, he should be able to get a good result in the college entrance examination.
The days passed quickly after they were recognized as relatives. The brother and sister were busy with their own things. Feng Ci was in the difficult situation of his senior year of high school and had no idea what the world was like, while Meiguo fiddled with her flowers and plants every day.
With a dedicated greenhouse at home, the little witch has more space to develop. Meiguo took out several packets of seeds from her small bag and begged Qiao Tong to buy her a few boxes of pots.
Qiao Tong just thought that Berry liked to plant flowers and plants, and had no idea that the little witch was brewing magic potions for her.
Hearing that the seeds of flowers and plants came from the magical world, Qiao Tong couldn't contain his curiosity and carefully observed the seeds. He found that some looked like peas, some looked like watermelon seeds, and the most surprising thing was that the seeds were colorful, shining in the sun, and the material looked like glass marbles.
Qiao Tong asked what kind of plant would grow from the colored seeds. The little guy thought about it and told her that it would produce a fruit called Star Dew.
Legend has it that this fruit can greatly improve eyesight. Not only can it allow blind people to see again in a short period of time, it is also a fruit that represents luck and blessing in the magical world. It is similar to the modern enhanced version of Ping An Fu, which can turn misfortune into good fortune.
Qiao Tong had no doubt at all, because the greatest miracle in the world was already in front of her.
The mother and daughter planted flowers and plants at home together. Meiguo's chubby little hands got dirty, and she was so tired that she was sweating, and her little vest was soaked.
Qiao Tong planned to help Meiguo wash her hair and take a bath, and change her into clean clothes to prevent her from catching a cold.
However, the little girl had her own ideas. She felt that once the sweat dried, her body would be clean and there was no need to take a bath.
Qiao Tong is not a mother who dotes on her children unconditionally. On the contrary, she knows how to distinguish between matters of principle and those that can be turned a blind eye.
She lowered her head and sniffed the berry head, looking at her with warm eyes: "Baby, you, why are you sour?"
Usually, everyone in the family dotes on Meiguo and gives her face in all matters, big or small, and rarely speaks directly to her.
Berry took two seconds to react and hugged her head: "Because I poured yogurt on my head, so it's sour."
"Well, Mom, let me help you wash it off, okay?"
"Yeah." Berry's neck was red, "Thank you, Mom."
The child smelled sweet after taking a bath. Qiao Tong held her daughter in the bedroom and played with her for a while. Then both mother and daughter felt sleepy.
Noon is the best time to sleep. Both mother and daughter slept very soundly. After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Tong gradually regained consciousness.
She turned over gently, and her fingers touched a soft and warm little ball. This was her child. Qiao Tong opened her eyes, and Meiguo, who had woken up long ago, turned her head and smiled sweetly.
"Mom, you're awake."
Qiao Tong couldn't help but touch the child with his hand: "Baby, I'm awake."
Berry pulled a bra out of the covers, put it on her head, and cosplayed Mickey Mouse. She asked innocently, "Mom, is this your shell? Do you change your shell every day?"
Qiao Tong: “…”
"Put it down, baby."
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Meiguo seemed a little afraid of Feng Chen. The father and son actually looked very similar. Feng Chen didn't understand why Meiguo was not afraid of his son but was afraid of him.
Qiao Tong first comforted him because he was so majestic, and then said that the brother and sister had been together for a long time and their feelings were naturally deep, so he told him not to take it too seriously.
Feng Chen understood the truth, but he was born with a character that refused to admit defeat. Since his son could do it, then his father could do it even better.
Mr. Feng, who used to go out early and come back late every day and was busy with his life, now had some free time and concentrated on thinking about how to win his daughter's favor.
In the past, Qiao Tong was the bridge of communication between Feng Chen and Feng Ci, father and son. Later, Qiao Tong suffered from aphasia, and Feng Chen, who was not good at speaking, had to learn to get along with his son on his own.
He would care about Feng Ci over the phone line, speak to him in a gentle and considerate manner, and act like a kind father.
But when they met face to face, he couldn't lose face, which often made Feng Ci think that he had two fathers, an electronic father and an offline real father.
Feng Ci had no objection to this. Having two dads was a novelty, and he was quite happy to see it happen.
With the experience of being an electronic loving father, Feng Chen now takes care of his wife or practices his fatherly smile in front of the mirror when he has free time. When he feels that he has practiced enough, Feng Chen bravely takes the first step.
All the Qiqi flowers are in full bloom. Thanks to the brother and sister, each flower is blooming very vigorously, and the fragrance it emits is elegant and light. It is a great choice for making tea and flower cakes.
That day, Meiguo picked a handful of white chrysanthemums and gave them to Qiao Tong to eat: "Mom, chrysanthemums are sweet and delicious."
"Sorry, baby, mommy fell asleep again." Qiao Tong sat up from the recliner. She had just been telling a story to her child, but she fell asleep the moment she turned around.
Berry shook her head, stood on tiptoe, and raised her hands high: "Mommy, eat."
"Thank you, baby."
Feng Chen, who was not far away, was jealous and eager to try it. He walked over and squatted down: "Guoguo, Daddy wants to eat too."
Berry curled up her hands and seemed a little embarrassed.
Qiao Tong assisted with his eyes, encouraging: "Baby, it's daddy, don't be shy."
Feng Chen, a man who controls the economic lifeline of the entire group, acted coquettishly to his three-year-old daughter: "Guoguo, Daddy also wants to eat the flowers you feed him. Daddy wants to be like Mommy."
"Okay then." Meiguo climbed back up to the bay window and plucked a few smaller flowers. "Daddy, open your mouth."
Feng Chen was so happy that his daughter fed him with her own hands, which showed that she didn't hate him.
Feng Chen smiled and opened his mouth to catch it.
As luck would have it, Feng Ci, who was tired from studying, came out of the bedroom and was about to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. When he caught a glimpse of this scene of a loving father and a filial daughter, he stopped in his tracks.
"dad?"
"What are you eating?"
Feng Chen retracted his carefree smile and glanced at him reservedly: "Eat the snacks your sister feeds you."
Feng Ci looked closely and saw that it was indeed Qi Qi Hua. After careful consideration, he began to persuade her, "Dad, don't eat it. It's not good for you."
Feng Chen, who was already jealous of his son, snorted disdainfully: "If you can't eat the grapes, you say they are sour."
"..." Feng Ci, "Okay, I'll leave now. I won't disturb your loving father and filial daughter anymore."
Actually, it’s not bad to have two mothers.
He thought so, but when Meiguo came to his study to harass him at night like a bandit entering a village, Feng Ci still pretended to be serious and asked her:
"Why are you giving Dad some chickpeas? You know boys can't eat chickpeas."
"I don't want to either, but Daddy is so greedy." Meiguo said helplessly, "Mom said that if I don't give Daddy food, he will be sad, and when he is sad he will cry."
Crybaby adults are much harder to comfort than children.
Feng Ci: "...Actually, he'll start crying in a few days."
"Ah." Berry was surprised, "Why?"
Why else could it be? Any straight man could accept waking up to find a baby, let alone his father who is such a simple and honest middle-aged man.
Feng Ci was at a loss for words. "Anyway, stop feeding the flowers for a while and feed them something else."
Berry responded obediently, "I understand."
After a few days of loving feeding from his daughter, Feng Chen and Meiguo's relationship improved by leaps and bounds. He could clearly feel that his daughter was no longer afraid of him and would take the initiative to get close to him.
This was the second thing that made him happy after finding his daughter, but if he had to say if there was anything wrong, Feng Chen felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his body.
In the couple's bedroom, Qiao Tong stared at her husband's swollen chest with great concern.
Qiao Tong: "You've been practicing too much lately."
"I haven't been working out recently." Feng Chen wondered. After returning to China, he had been dealing with work, managing the family, and cultivating relationships with his two children, and had neglected exercise for a while.
Feng Chen pressed his chest and said, "Maybe I'm tired, so my chest hurts."
Qiao Tong heard this and said, "Tomorrow, I will accompany you to the hospital."
Feng Chen sat down and stroked his wife's hair. "I'm fine. I'll be fine after two days of rest."
As they got closer, Qiao Tong noticed something was wrong. She scanned her husband's eyebrows and skin inch by inch and asked blankly:
"You, went to the beauty salon?"
Dabao's husband only uses skin care products, but his skin has become so delicate and white. According to her experience, he has done at least three photorejuvenation operations, two hyaluronic acid injections, and one ultrasonic cannon.
Two days later, in the hospital clinic.
"Mr. Feng, according to the examination report, your breasts are undergoing secondary development." The doctor paused, observing Feng Chen's expression as he offered advice. "This may be due to work stress and endocrine disorders caused by long-term staying up late. I suggest you get more rest recently."
Feng Chen, who came out with the inspection report, looked disheveled in the wind.
He, forty-two years old, is experiencing secondary development?
Feng Chen was puzzled. Compared to his dark face, Qiao Tong was much calmer. Men can get breast cancer, and secondary breast development is not uncommon. She had heard that men would secrete milk when they are under too much stress.
Qiao Tong held her husband's arm and encouraged him softly, "It will be fine."
The two of them returned just in time for dinner. Feng Ci caught a glimpse of Feng Chen holding a bag with the words "First People's Hospital" printed on it, and understood everything.
He lowered his head to hide a fleeting smile and asked, "Mom and Dad, did you go to the hospital? Who's feeling unwell?"
Feng Chen had no desire to talk: "Nothing, just a minor problem."
Feng Ci continued: "Dad, you seem to have gained weight recently."
"You're mistaken."
Qiao Tong: "Your father has chest pain."
Feng Ci laughed enough in his heart, and slowly said: "Dad, you are not sick, just don't eat the flowers that Guoguo feeds you anymore."
"What do you mean?" Feng Chen reacted immediately, "Is there something wrong with the flowers?"
Of course he wouldn't suspect his precious daughter of poisoning him; it must have been an accident.
"The flowers are not poisonous." Feng Ci said slowly, "It's just not suitable for men to eat."
Feng Chen: "Have you eaten it too?"
Feng Ci fell silent. Feng Chen guessed the answer and felt instantly at peace. He smiled and said, "As a father and brother, we should be more generous. Don't be so petty and dwell on this."
Message:...
He shouldn't have said that.
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