Shi Yanyang casually decorated the cake in front of the cooking table.

His look is very focused, and he is sculpted in a fine craftsmanship.

Tong Yan stared at him for a moment, and the heart of the chest seemed to be filled with hot air balloons, and it was expanding.

Silence, spread.

Between the two, after four years, the atmosphere is hard to be harmonious once.

However, this harmony did not last for two minutes, but was interrupted by an exclamation of a small milk bag outside the door.

"Ouch!"

The awkward voice was accompanied by a sound of the door panel, and the little guy seemed to be hit.

The two people in the room returned to the gods at the same time. Tong Yan responded quickly. A few steps rushed to the door, and he began to check the injuries on the small milk bag.

"Baby, what's wrong? Where did you hit it?"

The little milk bag licked the small nose that was hit by a little bit of pain. It didn't matter to wave her hand at her. "Aunt Yan Yan, I'm fine!"

Looking into the room, and then seeing Shi Yanyang inside, he stunned.

Did he destroy anything?

I looked at the child's face around me and looked at the people in the room. The little milk bag realized what she might have done. She smiled at the two people. "Oh, hehe, you continue! Go on!"

Over the head, pretending to look around, "Hey, where is North and North?"

Turned around, wanted to go, but was pulled by the child's face.

"Aunt Yan Yan!" The small milk bag turned over her head and touched her mouth and smiled at her.

"What are you going to do in the kitchen?" Tong Yan pressed his shoulder to stop his departure and asked seriously.

The little milk bag pouted and touched the flat stomach. "A bit hungry."

"If you are hungry, you should tell Auntie directly, do you know?" Tong Yan’s distressed one picked him up, took him to the restaurant, pressed him to sit in the chair, and then he turned to the kitchen.

From the inside, the food that Shi Yangyang had just cooked was taken out, and the French meal, cake, and drink were all placed in front of the small milk bag.

"What do you like? Try it all! Do you come to help yourself?"

When she encountered a small milk bag, it seemed to be particularly diligent. Two people sat together and waited for the little milk to eat this and eat it. After that, the eyes did not drift in the direction of Shi Yangyang.

Shi Yanyang has a feeling of serious disregard, and his brows are wrinkled and wrinkled more than once.

Tong Yan is completely invisible, still waiting for a small milk bag.

Holding a knife in one hand and a fork in one hand, cut the Tiramis, who was busy with Shi Yangyang, into a small part, breaking the graphics embellished above, cutting the cake, and she directly transferred it to Xiaoyi.

Small milk bag English is OK, better than Chinese, staring at the few letters on the cake she sent to her, and then I realized that I had just broken something.

Looking up, I carefully looked at Shi Yanyang, and he slammed the corner of his mouth. "Oh, hehe."

"Eat yours." Shi Yanyang did not care about him, slow to go to him, sit down on the other side of his position, and Tong Yan left and right to serve him.

When two people took care of him, they were very careful. Shi Yanyang was not like Luo Yibei and had no children, but he took care of Xiaoyi, much more than the original Luo Yibei.

"Shi Shushu, you like children very much!" Looking up at his small face, he asked a smile.

He feels that people who can take care of him so patiently should like children very much.

"Not bad." Shi Yanyang quietly looked at the child's face next to him, and faintly returned to him.