"What did you say?"
"I mean," Jiang Beiyuan cleared his throat, and his smile immediately became bright, "I think the name sounds nice."
"Oh well!"
Then he called Jiang Qingchi.
Yan Nian called him this in Dachi and Dachi at home, and Jiang Qingchi himself accepted it.
"dad!"
Grandma's childish voice brought Jiang Beiyuan back to his thoughts.
The man frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"
"I said I was hungry...Dad!"
Her soft little hands pulled Jiang Beiyuan's trouser leg.
"Please daddy make me breakfast!"
It's strange that Jiang Beiyuan is obviously very cruel to him, but the little guy likes to cling to Jiang Beiyuan. He won't drink milk until Jiang Beiyuan holds him, and won't sleep until Jiang Beiyuan tells him a story.
So much so that Yan Nian often teased someone because of this:
"You don't even let your son go."
"Dad~Dad~Dad Dad~"
Seeing that the man had no reaction and no intention of making breakfast for him, Jiang Qingchi tried his best to act coquettishly.
Jiang Beiyuan pursed his lips, bent down and picked him up.
"Go to your room and change clothes first. Don't disturb your mother's sleep."
"Um, don't go back to the room!!!"
The little guy held on to Jiang Beiyuan's neck and looked at him pitifully and cutely.
Those eyes were clear, bright, big, and filled with a layer of hazy moisture.
Jiang Beiyuan snorted, "Did you wet the bed again?"
"No, no..."
"If I had known, I should have called you Jiang Sanshui, the bedwetting king."
After kicking open the door to his son's room and placing him on the carpet, Jiang Beiyuan pulled up a large piece of wet sheet in the middle with a stern face, and threw it into the dirty clothes bucket.
Come back in the evening and wash his sheets.
"Dad is the best..."
Jiang Qingchi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, kept his mouth shut for fear that Jiang Beiyuan would be angry. Wherever his father went, the little guy's eyes would be visible.
When it comes to being coquettish, cute and soft, he is not inferior to his mother.
Jiangbeiyuan picked up his son again.
Hold with one hand.
The little guy lay on his back obediently and kissed his clean neck.
"Dad, I love you."
"kindness."
Jiang Beiyuan walked to the kitchen expressionlessly.
"Why is Dad unhappy?"
"What?"
"Why does dad laugh when mom tells dad I love you? But dad is not happy when Dachi says I love you."
"oh."
Jiang Beiyuan walked to the kitchen, held his son in one hand, turned on the natural gas, poured in the oil, randomly took two eggs, broke them and put them into the pot.
"Dad doesn't love me..."
The little guy was so aggrieved that his eyes immediately turned red, his mouth was holding his mouth shut, and he was picking at his fingers helplessly.
"Um."
Jiang Beiyuan responded calmly, holding the baby in his left hand and stir-frying with a spatula in his right hand. His movements were skillful, natural and easy to do.
"Wow!!"
As soon as Jiang Qingchi heard his father say that he didn't love him, his psychological defense suddenly collapsed.
Before Jiang Beiyuan told him to hold it back, Yan Nian, who heard the commotion, came over barefoot with a toothbrush in his mouth.
Yan Nian was speechless when he saw Jiang Qingchi, a little tear-stained woman wet from crying.
It started again.
"Jiangbeiyuan, you made my son cry again!"
"You go put on your shoes."
Seeing her bare feet, Jiang Beiyuan scolded her unhappily, with serious expressions on his face.
Yan Nian silently went to change his shoes, rinsed his mouth, and then walked out to the kitchen again.
Jiang Qingchi stopped crying, but there were still tears hanging on his long eyelashes, hanging on Jiang Beiyuan's body, sniffling.
Yan Nian felt distressed when his son cried, so he went to get toilet paper and wipe his nose.
"What did your dad do to you? Tell mom!"
(End of chapter)