"I think I know something I shouldn't know."
When he got into the car, Cheng Yan was still a little unreal, until Huo Sheng explained that it was Huo Xiaoman Kindergarten who got the certificate, and he promised her that he could meet her one request, and that request was to see Cheng Yan's brother, and then he felt again. My heart finally fell to the ground. It wasn't because I was tired and hallucinating. I immediately thanked Huo Xiaoman for his efforts.
Huo Xiaoman sat on the children's chair with his legs stretched out, swinging back and forth. When her father criticized her just now, she was wronged, and it seemed that the news that she was going to dinner had vanished, and she kept talking to Cheng Yan with a little excitement, "That purple cake is delicious. Yes, and eggs like pudding."
Cheng Yan thought about the first half of the sentence for a while and had no clue, but he reflected on the second half of the sentence for two seconds, and then opened the question: "Are you talking about steamed eggs?"
"Steamed eggs?" Huo Xiaoman tilted his head, not knowing.
Huo Sheng, who was sitting in the driver's seat, laughed outright, "It's really a steamed egg. The one she mentioned earlier is a purple potato cake."
"Steamed eggs." Huo Xiaoman repeated with a grin, then looked at Cheng Yan again, "Little cake."
Cheng Yan was amused by what he said, and grinned at Huo Xiaoman.
Then Huo Sheng suddenly said, "Speaking of which, the little cake you made last time was delicious, and Xiaoman talked about it at home for a week."
"Really? Then I'll make something for her next time." Cheng Yan felt a little happy.
The car entered the parking lot, and the three entered the elevator.
The little guy held her dad's hand in one hand and Cheng Yan's hand in the other, jumping on the elevator excitedly.
But today, it seems that there are always unexpected things. As soon as the elevator door opened, I saw that the outside of the store in front of me was all sealed with clinker cloth.
Huo Xiaoman was quite happy this time, but suddenly he was stunned in front of him, looked at her dad, and asked him why he didn't go in.
Huo Sheng looked at the words on the sign, and said helplessly, "The store has been renovated, why don't you eat elsewhere."
But he didn't want Huo Xiaoman's face to fall down after listening to it, looking like he was about to cry: "Cake, cake. Dad, you said cake."
She threw Huo Sheng's hand away in a fit of anger, turned around and hugged Cheng Yan's leg and ducked back.
Cheng Yan looked at her and squatted down to comfort her, so she followed the other person's movements and lay down in his arms, burying her head in her neck, and whispered with a little sobbing: " I want cake."
Huo Sheng sighed and knelt down to persuade.
But before he could say the words, Cheng Yan opened his mouth hesitantly: "Or..."
"Why don't you go to my place," Cheng Yan suggested: "I can make small cakes, but the place at home is a little small, maybe..."
"Are you okay?" Huo Sheng narrowed his eyes and asked directly with a smile.
Cheng Yan nodded, with a hesitant look in his eyes, as if he was a little more certain after thinking for a moment.
Huo Sheng stared at him, thought for a moment, and finally nodded, "Alright."
Then, without waiting for Cheng Yan to say anything, he said again: "Let's go to my place, auntie should buy everything, you go and see, if there is anything missing, I'll just go downstairs to buy it, lest Huo Xiaoman go. Your house has made a mess in your house again."
This made Cheng Yan's head explode in an instant, feeling a little confused.
When he said the proposal to go to his house, Cheng Yan actually knew that he was a little reckless, but he really didn't realize it until he followed in a confused way and got into the car. Have some regrets.
Yes, obviously this store is closed, Huo Sheng will definitely find a way to find other stores, or change to a western restaurant.
Hey, Cheng Yan pouted the corners of his mouth, sitting in the back more and more nervous.
Fortunately, Huo Xiaoman stared at him, and suddenly called out to him again, only to let him get out of this state a little bit.
"Brother," Huo Xiaoman asked him, "can you make strawberry cake?"
"Ah?" Cheng Yan couldn't react in time, and after two seconds he said, "Yes."
Huo Xiaoman cheered and shouted to her father, "Dad, strawberry cake."
The other two people in the car laughed again, making Cheng Yan heaving a sigh of relief.
Huo Sheng's home is in a high-end community. When he entered the community gate, Cheng Yan found out that the community was not far from his home, and it was also in Linjiang District, about two streets away. Surprised, but he still didn't say anything, just quietly looked at the father and daughter walking in front holding hands.
The cooking materials at home are indeed as complete as Huo Sheng said. Cheng Yan went into the kitchen and counted them and found that there were still two tools missing. After Huo Sheng heard it, he directly called the aunt who usually cooks, and then Found it in the room.
Huo Sheng went out of the kitchen while answering the phone. Cheng Yan saw his back to leave, and suddenly remembered that the strawberry promised to Huo Xiaoman was still unclear, so he wanted to tell someone.
But he didn't expect that as soon as he went out to the living room, he accidentally saw the photo frame placed on the TV cabinet.
There are two photos in the frame, one was taken by Huo Sheng and Xiaoman when they didn't know which park it was, and the other was a photo of a woman. The woman had her hair tied up and smiled brightly, with obvious similarities between her eyebrows and Huo Xiaoman's.
He couldn't help but stop, unable to control his body to squat down and take a look.
At this time, Huo Sheng hung up the phone and came back. Seeing Cheng Yan squatting there, he asked, "What's wrong?"
This frightened Cheng Yan suddenly took a step back, almost lost his footing, and immediately panicked, not ashamed of himself for stealing other people's secrets.
But he didn't want to, Huo Sheng glanced sideways at the things placed behind him, then lowered his head and bent the corners of his mouth helplessly, then sighed, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "That's Xiaoman's mother, two years ago because of Died in a car accident."
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Second shift (2/2). It's a little late, and I always feel that I'm not satisfied with what I wrote.