"If I were a tape recorder and could save every word of yours, that would be great."
Cheng Yan really didn't plan to refuse from the beginning, but he really thought it was just a joke. He didn't expect to receive the other party's WeChat message as soon as he got home at night.
Seeing the name of the person who had hesitated for so many times but couldn't summon the courage to add it was printed on the lit screen, I couldn't help but feel a little joy in my heart.
As soon as WeChat was opened, Huo Xiaoman's voice came over, "Dad said that my brother is coming home on Sunday, Xiaoman, Xiaoman wants to eat small cakes."
Cheng Yan was not used to sending voice notes, so he typed a few words to reply, but when he thought about it, Huo Xiaoman didn't know if he knew those words, so he deleted them all, and said in voice instead: "Xiaoman What do you want to eat?"
After the message was sent, Huo Xiaoman on the opposite side quickly replied with a four-second message, but when she opened it, it wasn't her voice, but her father.
The voices were a little far apart, and he said, "Just go back to your brother, and say what you want to eat. Say it yourself."
When Cheng Yan heard it, he couldn't help laughing, silently bookmarked the voice bar, and then opened the voice to reply.
It's just that before he could speak, he saw another message from the other side.
Huo Xiaoman said, "Brother, I want to eat Tao Tao, and Dad also wants to eat Tao Tao."
This made Cheng Yan amused, replied "Okay", and started to check on the mobile phone if there was any kind of cake with peach bottom that was delicious.
For the next two days, Cheng Yan just stayed at home and tried several versions of the small cakes. At the end, he felt a little tired of it.
But in fact, it is not just small cakes, such as cookies and bread, which he knows and often makes. It's just that in normal times, I make it myself and eat it myself, so I won't worry about whether it tastes good or not, whether it's sweet enough or not, and whether children will like it or not. Now, when I think about making it for Huo Xiaoman and her father, it's inevitable I couldn't help but be a little more attentive than usual.
On Sunday, Cheng Yan got up early to bake. When the small cake was taken out of the oven, it was soft and tender, and the fragrance overflowed in the room, which made him very satisfied. He put the uncooled cakes into the lunch box one by one, and when he reached the downstairs of Huo Sheng's house on foot, he realized that it was still a little early.
Although it was much later than the usual work time, he was still a little worried that the other party might not get up yet.
There was no other way, so I had to walk around downstairs with the cardboard box, watching the people coming and going in the community, and counting the time until I saw that the time on the mobile phone had passed an integer again, and then multiplied the time. Get off the elevator and go up.
The doorbell rang, and the people inside rushed to open the door.
Seeing that Huo Sheng was the only one in the gap, he asked curiously, "Where's Xiaoman?"
"It's inside." Huo Sheng replied, turning around to make room for him to come in.
Cheng Yan took advantage of the space of the wrong body to notice that the person in front of him was not wearing home clothes, but a casual suit that he usually wears at work.
He couldn't help but pause for a second before asking, "Are you going out?"
"Well," Huo Sheng explained a little embarrassedly when he heard it, "I still have something to do. I'm going out in a while, and I think I'll be back at dinner time."
"Then..." This made Cheng Yan a little disappointed, but after thinking about it, he still planned to ask if he needed to prepare dinner, but when he heard the sound of trotting suddenly in the bedroom, Huo Xiaoman was naked. The little fat leg ran out and slammed his head into his leg.
The little guy's two small arms circled his right leg, and he grinned as soon as his head was raised, "Brother."
Cheng Yan replied softly, but he still couldn't help thinking that he was still early.
Seeing her like this, Huo Sheng didn't say much. Instead, he went directly into the bedroom and took a pair of her small pants, and then put them on her head, and explained as if he always did: "Huo Xiaoman, put on your pants yourself. Dad has something to do. You and brother Cheng Yan stay at home and wait for me to come back, okay?"
I saw Huo Xiaoman grabbed his pants from his head and threw them on the ground. He pulled Cheng Yan's hand towards the sofa without replying to her father.
Seeing him like this, Cheng Yan also looked at Huo Sheng helplessly, and said to the other party, "I'll look at her, just go and do it." Only then did Huo Sheng change his shoes and smile at him. He smiled, then pushed the door and left.
Huo Xiaoman, who was left behind, let go of Cheng Yan's hand and climbed onto the sofa barefoot.
Cheng Yan hurriedly put down the cake box in his hand, brought the pants on the ground and the little slippers that were thrown far away, and sat down beside him.
He saw Huo Xiaoman swaying his legs and staring at the cake box on the coffee table, and when he saw his pants were handed in front of him again, he just took them over and held them in his hands without moving his eyes. There was nothing he could do, so he told her: "You can eat cake when you put on your pants."
This made the little guy stand up quickly, and put his pants on himself.
The trousers are elastic, and the jacket is half exposed and half tucked into the waistband.
Cheng Yan was so happy to see it that he reached out to help her pull the clothes out, but he didn't know if he was poking the itchy flesh on Huo Xiaoman's body or what. Turning her head and looking at herself, she laughed when she saw herself smiling.
As a result, back and forth, the two seemed to be amusing each other, giggling in the living room.
Cheng Yan had no choice but to reach out and hand the small cake to her first, and then raised his hand again to pull the side where she was exposed, and at this moment, only the door lock clicked, bringing the outside to the inside. Footsteps, people came in.
He turned his head to look at the door in surprise, and saw that Huo Sheng had just finished taking off his shoes, raised his eyes and looked at him, then smiled, walked over and said, "The matter has been cancelled, come back and follow up with him. You are celebrating."
Huo Sheng stood behind Cheng Yan, stretched out his arm directly from Huo Xiao's mouth full of cream, raised his finger to scrape a small ball down, and took a light taste with his finger. Then, without waiting for the person sitting in front of him, he recovered from his surprise and boasted: "Huh? Peach? It's even more delicious than last time."
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