My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Qinqin lay beside the big water tank and looked inside, staring at it for a long time before thinking of going back to wash her hands, and poking them lightly with her fingertips.

The solidified sweet potato flour underneath was slightly hard, which was a strange experience for him.

Xianyu waited patiently for him to explore, and waited until Qinqin left by herself before starting to deal with the next step.

He is very happy that his child still has the desire to explore the world. The child's curiosity should be the most important. It was the worst when Qinqin could not attract Qinqin's attention no matter what.

The sweet potato flour was scooped out and placed on a cloth that had been washed before idle.

After a day in the sun, the outer layer was dry, so Xianyu put a glove on Qinqin and asked him to help crush the large pieces of sweet potato flour, which would dry faster.

Qinqin moved a slightly higher stool and sat there. When one hand felt sore, she switched to the other hand. It must be a little annoying in the back, so she just used both hands together.

Xianyu was preparing lunch in the kitchen, occasionally going to the window to take a look at Qinqin.

Qinqin himself is very happy to do this kind of small things, but he is not very good when he eats at noon, Xianyu sees that he has not picked up his own spoon all the time.

At first, I thought that Qinqin might be uncomfortable, and after panicking for a moment, I forced myself to calm down.

Before he had time to do the next thing, he met Qin Qinwu's rolling eyes.

Suddenly Xianyu understood what this little guy meant, put down his bowl and chopsticks, picked up Qinqin's bowl and spoon, and fed his favorite dishes to his mouth.

"Qinqin worked hard this morning, and I did such a big favor for Dad. In order to thank Qinqin, Dad will feed Qinqin a meal, okay?"

Qinqin nodded lightly, that's what he meant. His wrists were sore from pinching the sweet potato noodles all morning, and he didn't want to move at all, but he didn't know how to communicate with his father.

In order to save trouble, most families in the village will never feed their children after they can eat by themselves, for fear that they will develop bad habits.

Xianyu is different, he knows in his heart whether his cub is good or not, and even if he really develops a bad habit, he can slowly help Qinqin correct it.

Most parents will magnify a small matter. If the child is greedy, they worry that the child will be the same in front of others in the future. If the child plays secretly, they worry that they will not concentrate after school and will not be successful.

If a child talks back a little, or resists the arrangement of their parents, they will not necessarily be filial when they grow up, and they may even get close to how hard it is to raise a child.

Use the child's guilt to bind the child in an attempt to achieve the goal of making the child well-behaved.

Xianyu habitually keeps everything to a minimum, Qinqin can play for a while if he wants to play, there is one thing he wants to do tomorrow, as long as he can do it, let him do it.

Qinqin disagreed with his arrangement, so he asked him for his own opinion. Qinqin valued other things more than his own father, so he accompanied Qinqin to see why that thing was so attractive.

He always feels that a small matter will not affect the child's future, unless he has made some principled mistakes. He can teach slowly, but he is unwilling to bind the child's curiosity.

"Ah, let Dad see how big Qinqin's mouth is."

Xianyu scooped up a spoonful of rice and fed it to Qinqin's mouth to tease him. Seeing Qinqin's mouth growing suddenly and the little pride in his eyes, he fed the rice to his mouth.

After dinner, he cleaned up the kitchen, and when he walked outside, Xianyu embraced Qinqin who was sitting on the swing.

The swing he set up was big and solid, even if he added himself, it wouldn't be a problem at all.

"Qinqin, like today's situation, next time if Qinqin still wants Dad to do something, can you tell Dad about it?"

"Just like Dad, now Dad needs Qinqin to kiss Dad, Dad is so tired after cleaning the kitchen, Qinqin kisses him and he won't be tired."

Xianyu moved his face closer, Qinqin nodded with a half-understanding, and leaned forward to kiss his side face.

"Yes, that's it, Qinqin is awesome, can Qinqin learn it now? What should I say if Qinqin wants to go out and play for a while now?"

Xianyu knows Qinqin's character, and now he really wants to go out to play, and usually uses various ways to hint to himself.

But today he hopes that Qinqin can be more straightforward and tell himself what he thinks.

"Qinqin, play."

"Yes, just like this, Qinqin can say it herself, it's amazing, my Qinqin."

Although the village is not as lively and prosperous as the big cities, and the small roads are so narrow that only two people can walk side by side, I like the peace and leisure very much.

On the road, Qinqin picked a rock that she liked very much. It was a round one, and she was kicking it with her feet. Once she kicked it a little far, she subconsciously let go and took her father's hand to catch up.

Xianyu followed behind him and played with him in the village before going back. When he arrived at the door, Qinqin kicked the stones all the way, and he kicked him mercilessly into the nearby grass.

After drying the sweet potato flour, I went to buy some fresh meat, planning to cook it for Qinqin according to the method the original owner's mother made.

Cut fresh lean meat into small pieces, marinate with some salt for a while, add sweet potato powder and mix well, make sure every piece of meat is covered with sweet potato powder.

After the water in the pot is boiled, add lard and edible salt, put the meat down one by one, and after boiling, add shallots and beaten eggs.

Qinqin, who was sitting on a swing in the yard, stared at the smoking chimney, smelled the aroma of food, and hurried in.

Xianyu has already filled a bowl with his small bowl and put it on the table to dry, Qinqin can eat it as soon as he walks in.

"Your grandma used to love making this for dad."

"grandmother?"

"Well, she went to a very distant place with grandpa, and Qinqin will come back to see you every night when she goes to bed."

"Oh."

Qinqin is slowly getting better, and Xianyu is a bit tangled in how he should explain to him if Qinqin asks about his mother.

Even though Xianyu didn't like to meddle in the original owner's affairs, but in this memory, he couldn't manage to not feel disgusted with Qinqin's mother at all.

Except for the fact that Qinqin started to abuse him after knowing that Qinqin was not his own, the original owner did a good job in other things.

Even if he had to raise a child by himself, he was born in an ordinary family, and he had saved 50 yuan in his card for Qinqin to marry a wife in the future.

After finishing her own bowl, Qinqin handed the empty bowl to his father, motioning for his father to fill it up for herself.

Although it is the first time to eat this food, Qinqin seems to like it now.

"Huh? What does Qin Qin want to do? Tell Dad, how will Dad know if you don't tell me?"

Qinqin subconsciously felt that what his father said was wrong, and his father knew about it before, but it seemed that his father had made up his mind and was unwilling to do it.

She moved her lips, thought carefully and then said, "I still have to eat."

"Okay, then Dad will give you some more."

Xianyu stared at Qinqin's hair swirling in front of his face when he lowered his head to eat, and heard the sound of him blowing cold food, inexplicably felt that it was too early for him to think about this.

Qinqin's biological parents in this life are not good things, her father cheated in marriage, and her mother knows what to do.

But if you tell Qinqin all this, Xianyu feels too cruel to his little tiger.

"Dad, are you unhappy?"

Qinqin, who was full, leaned on the back of the chair, raised her head and stared at his father, looking a little puzzled when she said this.

"Qinqin knows how to care about Dad? That's great, is it delicious? It's the sweet potato flour we made together last time. Next year, Qinqin will make it together with Dad, okay?"

"Ah."

After drinking this, Qinqin was almost full, and after being persuaded by Xianyu, she only took two mouthfuls of rice.

He didn't run out as soon as he finished eating as usual, but sat on his father's lap, leaning back slightly to lean on his father's arms.

There is a little guy sitting in his arms, staring at his furry head, it is not very convenient to eat leisurely.

But smelling the pleasant scent of shower gel on Qinqin's body, she was reluctant to let him go down.

He even started to think aimlessly while eating, maybe this is the joy of raising a child, since he became his father, he has been worrying about him for a lifetime.

No matter in which world, even if his Zaizai has become a little old man with all white hair, Xianyu will still think that he is still a child.

Or the child has grown up and is in the prime of life, obviously able to support himself, but Xianyu still wants to protect him from all wind and rain.

When Xianyu put down the bowl and chopsticks, Qinqin raised her head and stared at his father, then jumped down and walked out of the kitchen.

Although Qinqin didn't do what he taught him this time, Xianyu could still feel that he was comforting himself in his own way.

I really can't think of how to face this problem in the future, so Xianyu plans to escape for a while, since his family is still young now.

Maybe Qinqin is not curious about this question, or maybe he won't ask himself.

The weather is getting colder day by day, and Qinqin, who was wearing a coat, has started to change into a padded jacket. The thick padded jacket is very warm, but it is not as convenient to wear as the previous jacket.

But after wearing this thing, wrestling really doesn't hurt at all. Every time Qinqin falls, she will get up by herself and pat the ashes off her body.

When the first snow fell, Qinqin didn't care about admiring it at all, he was worried about the strawberries he planted.

The other plants were all withered and yellow, and the tree at the door only had bare poles. Xianyu and Qinqin covered the strawberry seedlings one by one with things.

"This way it won't be cold, the little strawberry has clothes to wear, shouldn't Qinqin obediently change into a thicker padded jacket?"