"Good job!" Nan Youxi patted her daughter's head to encourage her.
He took out a black dress from his small closet, which didn't have the Gothic-style dress he wanted.
The girl looked even cuter and more well-behaved after putting on her clothes. Nan Youxi carried her to the sink and squeezed toothpaste on her little toothbrush.
Moxia took the toothbrush, stood on her little stool, and started brushing happily.
It's not that difficult to take care of a child, Nan Youxi thought.
However, reality soon revealed its sinister nature.
Moxia brushed her teeth, wiped her face, and pulled Nan Youxi's sleeve.
"I haven't combed my hair yet." The girl shook her head, and her hair, which was fluffy due to her casual sleeping posture, shook along with it.
Nan Youxi's heart skipped a beat. After he used a small wooden comb to comb his daughter's hair, his daughter made another request: "I want small tufts, two small tufts!"
Looking at the wooden comb in his hand and then at his daughter's hair, Nan Youxi fell into deep thought.
Not to mention what kind of hairstyle the little bun is, he has never tied anyone else’s hair!
Sorry, Dad can't. Is that right
Nan Youxi felt that she could struggle a bit.
"Moxia." He looked at the girl with a serious expression.
"Hmm?" The daughter looked up at him.
"Dad is going to test you. Can you tie your own hair?" Nan Youxi placed his hands on his daughter's small shoulders.
"I can!"
This action, which is common on TV, of adults pressing shoulders and looking at each other, encouraged Mosha.
She straightened her back: "I learned from my mother, Dad, give me the comb and hair tie!"
"Where's the hair tie?"
"In that little drawer."
Handing the hair tie to Moxia, Nan Youxi watched her braid her hair.
The girl's hands were small, and she couldn't hold so much hair. She was not very skilled in judging the direction through the mirror, and she spent more than ten minutes braiding two small braids of different sizes, heights, and positions on the top of her head.
"Dad, Moxia seems to have failed." The girl looked at herself in the mirror in frustration, "Please help me tie it again."
"Dad thinks this is a good idea." Nan Youxi hurriedly encouraged her.
"But this is not neat."
"This is the runaway princess style, messy, casual, unkempt, great!"
"I'm not very fond of princesses."
"That's the battlefield style, it's the look after a battle, with messy makeup!"
"battlefield!"
The girl excitedly muttered the words that interested her.
"That's right, Moxia has seen it in cartoons, right? After the battle, the hair becomes a mess. These two untidy braids are proof that Moxia has returned from the battlefield!"
"Um!"
The girl's face was flushed and she was in high spirits. She was immersed in the imagination of herself turning into a monster and fighting the magical girl for three hundred rounds.
The passion that imagination can give is limited. After coming out of the bathroom, the girl touched her braids again, but still felt they were ugly and wanted to change them back.
But she was a little stubborn. Since she had already accepted the braid in front of her father, she didn't want to change it.
She kept pulling at her braids, trying to straighten them out, but this feeble attempt only made her hair even messier.
Nan Youxi pretended not to see it.
"Dad hasn't cleaned the room yet." The girl reminded her father as he was walking downstairs.
Cleaning the room is simple. After all, Nan Youxi is not so stupid as to not know how to fold the quilt.
However, after knowing Mosha's password, he felt lazy and thought his daughter, who was working with an embarrassed look on her face, was extremely cute.
"Moxia." He looked at his daughter.
"Hmm?" The girl grabbed her two pigtails and raised her head.
"Dad is testing you. Can you make your bed?"
The girl took a step back in embarrassment. She raised her hand and gestured with her thumb and index finger to show a small part: "Moxia only knows a little bit."
"A little bit is enough," Nan Youxi smiled, "Then I'll leave it to you!"
"Eh?"
The girl climbed onto the bed with a bitter face and folded the quilt with great effort.
After she made the bed, Nan Youxi picked her up and walked downstairs.
"Dad, I'm hungry."
"It's almost time for lunch. It's time to eat." Nan Youxi looked at the kitchen, then at her daughter, "What should we eat?"
Moxia was so scared that she stepped back repeatedly. She shook her hands and said hurriedly: "Moxia can't do this. Dad, please don't test Moxia!"
"… "
Nan Youxi just glanced at the kitchen calmly. His daughter was only four years old. How could he let a girl cook
"Let's go out to eat!" he said.
Moxia touched her pigtails and shook her head. The pigtails were too ugly, so she couldn't go out.
"How about ordering takeout?" Nan Youxi took out her cell phone.
When the girl heard about ordering takeout, her mood became excited because her mother could do everything and she rarely saw the delivery man. She was very curious about the big sister carrying the big box.
But she shook her head.
She said: "Mom said that before she left, she would put egg tarts in the oven, and you only had to nibble on them and you could eat the egg tarts!"
As expected of Reina, even when she goes out, she never forgets to leave food for her husband and daughter!
Nan Youxi walked into the kitchen and saw a large plate of egg tarts in the oven.
Just enter the time and temperature and bake it, and you will get a fragrant and soft egg tart.
But, here comes the problem.
How long should I bake egg tarts? At what temperature
"Moxia, Daddy is going to test you. What temperature should Mom set to bake the egg tarts? How long should she bake them for? Are there any steps?"
Facing Nan Youxi's test again, Moxia looked embarrassed. She shook her head: "Moxia doesn't know. Moxia doesn't want to be tested again."
After saying that, she hurried out of the kitchen.
Minami Yuxi studied the oven for a while, then sent a message to Reina, asking her how to bake egg tarts.
Reina didn't reply, not knowing what those women were doing.
This kind of oven should be quite simple. Just set two values.
Nan Youxi randomly searched for a video on baking egg tarts on the Internet, and followed the steps to preheat and bake.
More than twenty minutes later, a plate of egg tarts came out of the oven.
Moxia smelled something and poked her head out from behind the kitchen door.
"Okay." Nan Youxi brought the egg tarts to the table.
The girl happily pinched an egg tart, put it in her mouth and smacked it twice.
She stopped moving.
"It's not this taste, it's too hard." She put down the egg tart in her hand and frowned.
"Isn't it delicious?" Nan Youxi took one and took a bite. It was indeed not perfect.
He clearly followed the instructions in other people’s videos, so how could something go wrong? What he didn’t know was that there are subtle differences between ovens and egg tarts, and these differences will affect the final result.
"If it doesn't taste good, put it down. I'll order takeout egg tarts for you." He threw out a backup plan, which was the reason why he dared to try it.
He was very self-aware of his cooking skills, and he had expected that if the egg tarts were not baked well, he could just order takeout. The egg tarts on the table were not baked well, just not perfect.
Moxia didn't say anything. She lowered her head and her little face wrinkled, like a sudden wind that rolled up the clouds in the sky and gathered them into a large black shadow. Raindrops were about to fall.
"Buy a lot of egg tarts! And ice cream!" Nan Youxi said hurriedly.
"I don't want other people's egg tarts," the girl started crying, "My mom and I made these egg tart crusts together. I want the egg tarts I made!"
It's such an important thing, why don't you tell me earlier! Nan Youxi didn't expect that this egg tart also has emotional significance!
"How about we go to Universal Studios? Let's go see Mario!" He tried to divert his daughter's attention.
However, this was a bad move.
"No," the girl felt even more aggrieved. She touched her hair and a few tears rolled down. "My hair is so ugly. I won't go out!"
"Besides," she continued, "the quilt is so heavy, and my hands are so sore!"
Three thunders flashed in succession, and heavy rain began to fall.
Asagiri Mayu opened the door with the spare key, and was greeted by the sound of Moka crying.
Plans have changed, and people are still out there, so I'll try to update on time.
(End of this chapter)