Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"Can you cook?" Song Qinbei raises eyebrows unexpectedly.

Qian'er has never been in the kitchen. I'm afraid she doesn't know all the ingredients. Now she can cook?

And song Qinbei's query also made Xiaobao realize that he didn't disguise well.

He scratched his head. "Ha ha, I learned from the video recently.

There are many video tutorials on the Internet to teach people how to cook, so I learned them. "

"Qian'er, when did you become interested in cooking?" Song Qinbei's deep and sharp eyes look at the little guy.

Qian'er never went into the kitchen before. He said that "a gentleman is far away from cooking". He was very resistant to cooking.

But now qian'er even began to be interested in cooking in Xiping district?

Obviously as like as two peas, as like as two peas, how can song Qinbei feel that the current Qian Er is like a man?

In the past, when he realized this problem, he didn't think about it carefully. He just thought that children were moody and had more emotional changes. Now, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

"I just had a whim. Now I think cooking is a kind of fun, daddy. Don't you like me to cook? " Xiaobao blinks innocent big eyes, soft waxy lovely, heart flustered a batch.

Oh, my God, it's not found out

Tang Xin also realized the seriousness of the matter, she joked: "Song Qinbei, what are you doing.

Qian'er just cooked a meal. You almost ate him.

What's wrong with children taking the initiative to learn new hobbies.

You're a father like that. "

Song Qinbei also realized that he was a little lenient.

Looking at this small face that looks like myself, it is clear that it is carved from the same mold with myself.

How could he think about it?

"Nothing. Qian'er, let's go. "

Song Qinbei took Xiaobao's hand and walked inside.

"I'll take my sister's hand, too."

Xiao Bao is smiling.

"After that, don't call her sister. It's called auntie. " Song Qinbei realized something and frowned.

"Song Qinbei, you have to take care of children's cooking. What do children call me? Why do you also take care of it?" Tang Xin is a little speechless.

"Why don't you call me sister? I like to call her sister.

Sister, sister, sister, sister... "

Xiaobao is dancing in front of them with a smile.

Song Qinbei has a big head.

I'll call him elder sister tangxin.

It seems that he is like an old cow eating tender grass.

Several people entered the villa.

"Sister, is your hand infused? Is there anything wrong with your body? " Xiaobao looks at the medical band aid sticking on Tang Xin's hand, on which there is a small red needle sized blood.

He is very sad.

"Thank you for your concern. I'm fine." Tang Xin pinched the little guy's fat face.

"That's good. I'll make you some ginger water to drive away the cold. Wait for me

Xiaobao walked quickly towards the kitchen with short legs.

Tang Xin looked at the little guy busy up and down, laughing.

Song Qinbei, on the other hand, twisted his eyebrows and fell into meditation.

How suddenly feel, Qian Er's eyebrows and eyes with Tang Xin have a bit similar.

The interaction they stand together is very warm, more like a group of mother and son who have been reunited for a long time.

Is it an illusion?

Song Qinbei got up and went to the study.

He hesitated and called anzuo to his study.

"Anzuo, five years ago, as the person in charge of surrogacy, can you still contact him?"

Song Qinbei spoke slowly.