Twenty-five years ago, Jiang Zhenghong also tirelessly waited for his son to be the first to call him daddy.
Yuan Youqin acted very generously at the time and did not argue with him, but later he realized that he had been fooled.
My son was the first to learn to call me daddy, so every time he cried, was hungry, or woke up in the middle of the night, I would call him daddy. Yuan Youqin would kick him out of his sleep and say that your son is looking for you.
Jiang Zhenghong picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, saying to himself, “You kid, just wait.”
But the next second he suddenly realized that his son seemed to have enough money to hire a nanny.
At this time, Yuan Youqin and Feng Nanshu, who had changed their clothes, were sitting at the door of the kitchen making dumplings. When they saw Jiang Qin teasing Jiang Ainan, they couldn’t help but stop.
Feng Nanshu’s expression was a little silly, but her eyes were full of happiness.
Yuan Youqin’s expression was a little more emotional. She used to feel that the son of a bitch in the family was not in shape, but when she saw that he was now a husband and a father, she realized that her son had grown so big.
Time will probably sneak away in this casual and trivial daily necessities.
“Mom, when will my daughter learn to call mom and dad?”
“That’s about it at one year old.”
Yuan Youqin estimated the time while rolling out the dough, and answered.
After Jiang Qin heard this, he lifted his daughter up a little, then put it down so that her little feet were stepping on his thighs.
Jiang Ainan couldn’t step on things yet, so she just rubbed her father’s leg and kicked for a while, then her mouth dropped and her eyes were about to burst into tears.
Seeing this, Jiang Qin could only quickly hold his daughter in his arms and make a fuss. He couldn’t help but mutter, saying that you are nothing like your mother. Although your mother sometimes likes to kick her feet, she can’t help but mutter. Not as capable of crying as you are.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but look at Feng Nanshu.
The little rich woman made a Yuanbao dumpling. Seeing Jiang Qin looking over, she couldn’t help but show it to him.
She is still like a girl now, her eyes are clear, she doesn’t look like a mother at all, but like a little girl.
“Look what your mother is doing? She’s making dumplings.”
“When can you eat dumplings, toothless little guy?”
Jiang Qin babbled, then stood up with his daughter in his arms, and walked over to see Feng Nanshu making dumplings. As soon as he bent down to bring his daughter over, his face was smeared with flour by the little rich woman.
Jiang Qin sighed, wondering why this cutie in my family is so naughty.
Yuan Youqin also put down the rolling pin at this time, wiped his hands and teased Jiang Ainan, and then asked Jiang Qin: “Have any of your classmates given birth to babies?”
“My classmate? No, I guess Feng Nanshu and I are the fastest. It’s like turning on an accelerator. We were good friends last year, but we have a fruition this year.”