Zhao Gang got up early in the morning. The stove in the house was burning, and there was warmth as soon as you went in, so it wasn't cold at all.
"Wash your face and brush your teeth, then eat breakfast and go plant vegetables."
Zhao Gang took the heated kettle down and poured it into a basin filled with cold water, indicating that the cub should wash its face and brush its teeth by itself.
Zhao Xiaoxiu's shoulder-length hair hadn't been tied up properly for a long time; it was fine, soft, and fluffy, and when static electricity kicked in, it would stick up everywhere, making her look like a hedgehog.
A tentacle pulled a comb from a pile of bundles, moistened it with water, and smoothed the rough hair. Zhao Gang took over and braided his daughter's hair into two small braids that hung over her shoulders, making her look playful and cute.
Zhao Xiaoxiu covered her face with the warm face towel for a while before reluctantly putting it down. She stood on tiptoe, looked at her reflection in the water basin, and was very satisfied with her hairstyle. The corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
"Dad, what vegetables are we planting today?" Zhao Xiaoxiu asked while eating her steaming instant noodles.
Zhao Gang said, "Let's plant evolved tomatoes and mutated onions, ginger, and peppers first."
With the storage room at a suitable temperature, these are all crops that can grow very quickly. The scallions can be harvested and eaten after a month, the tomatoes will bear fruit in about a month and a half, and be fully ripe in two months.
Zhao Xiaoxiu nodded, eager to plant and eat the crops quickly. The father and daughter took small hoes and went into the storage room.
The storage room floor was just dirt. Zhao Gang dug several rows, planting two rows of scallions and ginger, and three rows of tomatoes.
The number of seeds is limited, so this is all we can plant for now.
Zhao Xiaoxiu followed her father around, sowing seeds, covering them with soil, and watering them.
Zhao Gang felt the soil wasn't fertile enough, so he shoveled in a few shovelfuls of blackened silt from the wetlands in front of his house and spread a thin layer on top.
After planting the vegetables, Sister Monkey finally left her nest and was called away by Zhao Gang to work as a transporter, carrying the straight, thick, charred branches home.
Zhao Gang trimmed the thick, charred branches from these people into square timbers and made wooden beds, wooden tables, wooden chairs, wooden basins, wooden buckets, and storage shelves himself.
There were only two sets of stainless steel bowls for eating, and several small wooden bowls and spoons were made separately using small materials.
Zhao Xiaoxiu felt that her father seemed to know everything, and the furniture he made had a kind of solemn symmetrical beauty.
The splinters on the furniture have been polished to a very smooth finish, preserving the original grain, making each piece look like a work of art.
Zhao Xiaoxiu now has her own small wardrobe, which is 1.2 meters high. She no longer needs to stand on a stool to reach clothes from higher places; she can fold all her clothes while standing.
Zhao Gang also made two wooden beds, one large and one small.
He read the parenting advice in some book, which said that children can sleep in separate beds from adults at the age of four.
Moreover, sleeping in separate beds helps cultivate a child's independence.
So, in the already small second-floor room, there was a 1.2-meter-wide bed and a 1-meter-wide small bed.
The headboard of the small bed is carved with a nebula outlined in minimalist lines. The style is very abstract, but the extremely simple lines also give it a sense of seriousness.
Zhao Xiaoxiu liked it very much, and in return, she secretly carved two little figures on the headboard of the big bed with a knife.
The two figures are holding hands, and the little figure has two braids sticking up on its head; it's obvious that the drawing is of herself.
She thought her little actions had gone unnoticed, little did she know that the two tentacles had already seen everything clearly.
Since the tentacles could see, Zhao Gang naturally knew, but seeing the cub's sneaky appearance, the old father pretended not to know.
When it was time to go to bed at night, I deliberately made an "Eh" sound, successfully drawing out a little head from under the covers, which looked over expectantly.
Zhao Xiaoxiu discovered that while her father had learned many skills, he had also become a bad person.
After a soft "hmm," there was no further movement. Calmly, she took off her coat and shoes, lay down, covered herself with the blanket, and closed her eyes.
Zhao Xiaoxiu: "......"
Never mind, time for bed!
Covered by a thick quilt, Zhao Xiaoxiu wrapped herself up tightly, as if curled up in her father's warm and soft body.
She adapted to sleeping in a separate bed quickly, falling asleep almost immediately and having a sweet dream with a smile on her lips.
Zhao Gang lay in bed, unable to fall asleep no matter what he did.
Of course, He had already slept enough at the bottom of the sea, and was now just imitating human routines, not actually sleeping.
He used to enjoy spending the whole night lying in bed, cuddling his soft, cuddly cub.
Zhao Gang turned to face the crib and looked at the cub wrapped in a thick blanket with only half its face showing. He suddenly felt a tickle in his heart and wanted to get closer to listen to its healthy and rhythmic heartbeat.
As he watched, he began to resemble a human, his dark red flesh slumping limply off the bed, shifting and shifting... enveloping the entire small bed.
Zhao Xiaoxiu was awakened by the heat. In her drowsy state, she raised her hand to touch the bed beside her and touched something warm and soft. She opened her eyes in a daze.
A sea of blood filled my eyes; it was that familiar tentacled body.
"Dad!" Zhao Xiaoxiu realized what was happening and happily smiled as she said good morning to her father.
The physical body did not immediately disappear; hundreds of blood-red eyes blinked within the fleshy buds blooming at the tips of the tentacles, filled with her image.
Anyone else would have been terrified and cried by this horrific scene.
Zhao Xiaoxiu, however, took it for granted and stretched out her fingers to play with them.
She guessed that her father probably had separation anxiety.
I heard from my neighbor's old lady in my past life that when children sleep in separate beds from their parents, the ones who are most unaccustomed to it are actually the parents, not the children.
......
Amidst the busy work, the new home has already been tidied up and looks quite nice.
As November drew to a close, Zhao Gang checked the recent weather forecast, which showed mostly cloudy skies. He decided to take his cubs out hunting to stock up on meat for the upcoming snowy season.
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