The parenting routine of big flower arms and elite men

Given that we are a parenting manual, the big tiger ended up in the cat's nest.

Cheng Ran put the spare key in Wang Hu's hand.

Wang Hu came early in the morning, and brought his ID card, business license, and household registration book, eager to prove that his eighteen generations of ancestors were good citizens.

The two had negotiated the monthly rent before, moved in today, and then signed a proof of love under the witness of Cheng Yang's child.

Cheng Ran patted Cheng Yang's head: "Be happy."

Cheng Yang hugged his father's thigh and looked at Wang Hu, who was successfully promoted to cohabitant, his little head was like a rattle—"Happy! I like daddy the most!"

Wang Hu scratched his head: "Then I will trouble Mr. Cheng from now on."

"Cheng Ran." Cheng Ran interrupted: "Mr. Cheng also sounds very polite."

Wang Hu changed his name again on his own initiative: "Aran, what do you want for lunch? I'll go shopping for vegetables?"

Cheng Yang opened his eyes wide: "Brother Tiger, you are amazing! Dad can't even cook! Yang Yang wants to eat... um... meat!"

Wang Hu nodded, squatted down and patted the baby's head—"Okay, let's eat meat."

Although Cheng Ran doesn't know how to cook, the kitchen utensils at home are surprisingly complete, probably left by the previous nanny.Wang Hu went to the imported supermarket downstairs in the community and bought two catties of meat and a handful of lettuce, and also brought some snacks such as Wangzai steamed buns.

Wang Hu is a man who is very good at cooking.

Looking at his face, you would never guess that he is a strong man with the attributes of a wife who is good at cooking. This example tells us that we should not judge people by their appearance.

Wang Hu turned on the gas stove and began to stew the braised pork. The meat was cut into pieces and soaked, stir-fried until golden, and slowly simmered until the sauce was tasty, and sprinkled with green onions.

Wang Hu felt a thorn in his back, and when he looked back, he saw two people, one big and one small, sitting upright at the dining table.The big one is okay, at least the bowls and chopsticks have been set up, but the small one can't wait to serve the meat on the stove.

Two gluttons.