The villain's group pet cute cub

Chapter 390 Dad's Taste Is the Taste of Home
"How do you play, tell me." Yu Jinxiao didn't rush to make a conclusion, and guided Yu Yuanyuan to explain the situation of playing just now.

If Xiao Zai Zai's description is correct, then the twins should not have bullied her.

But the bad boy, how can he get better when he gets better?
If bad people can turn good so easily, then what law is needed.

"What's the matter, Dad?" Still feeling that Dad's expression is not very good, Zaizai became nervous again, "Did Yuanyuan do something wrong?"

Yu Jinxiao looked at Xiao Tangyuan's obsequious look, and wondered if he was usually so scary?

Isn't it just that her face was a little ugly, and she was so scared that she thought she had made a mistake and immediately apologized.

"Come here," Yu Jinxiao beckoned, hugged the obedient cub on his lap and sat down, "You apologized just now but you don't know what you did wrong, right?"

"Yuanyuan thought she had done something wrong, but Yuanyuan didn't say anything." The little boy who lowered his head and played with his fingers weakly said.

Yu Jinxiao patted his daughter on the shoulder, and his voice softened: "Yuanyuan, please remember, if you want to apologize, you must clearly know what you did wrong before apologizing. If you don't know anything, then apologize. For you, It doesn't make sense to anyone else."

"Yuanyuan knows." Although he half understood, Xiao Zai Zai nodded obediently.

Thinking of the laughter and laughter he saw upstairs just now, Yu Jinxiao raised his brows and asked a curious question: "Can you tell which twins are who?"

"Okay," Xiao Zai Zai shook his head, his tone was firm, "Brother Yunqing and Brother Yunlan smell different."

Yu Jinxiao was surprised by her way of distinguishing: "You use smell to distinguish?"

"Yes, everyone has their own smell, so they are different." The cub nestled in his father's arms lazily leaned against the broad and safe chest, the small ball, touching Looking at the softest place in Yu Jinxiao's heart.

He thought of something, and poked his finger on his little head: "Then what do I smell like?"

The smell of cologne?

Tasteless?

Otherwise...the smell?
Yu Jinxiao conceived various answers in his mind, the more he guessed, the more he wanted to know the answer in Xiao Zai Zai's heart.

The little round lump moved in his arms, playing with his fingers absently: "The taste of plucking is different from everyone else's."

"What's that smell?" Yu Jinxiao frowned, feeling a bad feeling.

Could it be an unusual taste?

"The smell of Baba...it's the smell of home! Yuanyuan will feel at ease when she smells it!" Xiao Zai Zai's voice became smaller and smaller, until finally it was so weak that it seemed to be squeezed out from the crack in his throat.

The taste of home?

What is the taste of home?
For Yu Yuanyuan, it must be the taste of food, right?
He was about to ask a question, but there was a noisy breathing sound in his arms, and the little boy who was answering the question a second ago had already fallen asleep in his arms.

Yu Jinxiao: "..." If the ability to fall asleep can be distributed to others, there will be fewer sad people with insomnia in the world.

The breathing in his arms undulated evenly, and his small face pressed against his arm, squeezing into a piece of soft glutinous rice cake.

The small body was crooked in his arms full of trust, a small round piece... It made Yu Jinxiao see a baby in swaddling in a daze.

(End of this chapter)