My daughter is so annoying

This is losing your temper.

Fang Cheng dried his hands, went to the yard and asked: "Okay, let's eat first, after dinner, dad will take a video with you, okay?"

"Father must count on what he says."

"Ah."

"Alright then." Qingqing ran to the living room and sat down at the dining table.

Yang Yueyue stuffed the phone into Fang Cheng's hand, and glared at Fang Cheng, as if to say, well done, why post the video online.

Fang Cheng sighed and followed.

"Little Yu'er, roll up your sleeves, it's almost falling into the plate."

"Qingqing, wipe your mouth, it's full of oil."

"Everyone eats one piece of radish. Dad won't play with you in the afternoon if you don't finish eating."

"Qingqing, the rice in the bowl is still finished. Eat it up quickly. It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of the food on the plate is hard work. Haven't you learned it?"

Fang Cheng chattered non-stop, and after the two little girls finished eating, Fang Cheng finally felt relieved and started eating by himself.

"Dad, why haven't you finished eating yet?"

"Father, how long do you want to eat?"

"Dad, where are we going to shoot the video later?"

"dad……"

Fang Cheng finished eating the rice in the bowl, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and said, "Dad just needs a rest after eating, it's 12:40 now, and Dad won't take pictures with you until 1 o'clock." video."

The old god Qingqing said: "Well, anyway, there is a long afternoon in the afternoon."

Fang Cheng couldn't laugh or cry.

Today's children are really big little ghosts, and they talk like a little adult.

After pouring a cup of hot tea, Fang Cheng went to the yard to exercise his muscles and bones. As soon as he finished drinking the tea in the quilt, the two little girls stood in front of Fang Cheng on time.

"Dad, it's already one o'clock."

"Okay." Fang Cheng took out his phone, turned on the camera, and switched to the video recording interface.

Just as he was about to shoot, Fang Cheng remembered another thing.

Although Douyin comes with a shooting plug-in, there are still too few functions, such as more detailed editing and subtitles.

If you can make a mobile phone editing software that is specifically bundled with Douyin, maybe the user experience will be much better.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng said again: "Father, call Uncle Jiang first, can you practice the song you are about to sing again?"

"Ok."

After calling Jiangnan, as soon as Fang Cheng finished talking about this idea, Jiangnan immediately rushed to hold a meeting with the relevant departments.

Everyone in Zijidiao is full of energy now. No one thought that after Toutiao and Douyin came out, they would forcibly tear apart the Internet market monopolized by giant companies such as Penguin, Baidu, and Ali. Can enter the world's top [-], with such a bright prospect, how can the employees not work hard.

"Dad, how are you?"

"All right."

Qingqing walked up to Fang Cheng, turned her back to Fang Cheng and said, "Father, my hair seems to be messed up, please help me to tie it up again."

"Father's tie doesn't look good, you should go find your mother."

"But my mother said that when I was young, it was my father who tied my hair for me."

"All right, you squat down."

Qingqing squatted down obediently, Fang Cheng put the phone aside, untied Qingqing's braid, and then tied two small braids, one left and one right.

"Okay, turn around and show Dad."

Qingqing stood up and turned around.

Fang Cheng pinched Qingqing's face with a smile and said, "It's so pretty."

Tao Yu'er saw that Qingqing's braid was pretty, so she also stepped forward and said, "Uncle, I want it too."

"Okay, then squat down."

Fang Cheng followed the same pattern and tied two small braids on Xiao Yuer.

"Dad, Dad, let's make a video."

"Okay, then I'll take a picture."

"No." Qingqing stretched out her small hand to take Fang Cheng's big hand and said, "I want Dad to take pictures with me."

"Then who will take the picture?"

Qingqing shouted into the living room: "Mom, come and help us take pictures."

Yang Yueyue really came out of the living room.

"give it to me."

Fang Cheng handed the phone to Yang Yueyue, hugged the two little girls on his lap, and asked with a smile, "Qingqing, Xiao Yuer, what are we shooting?"

"Yu'er and I can already sing ilooyou."

"really?"

"Yeah." The two little girls nodded, looking very confident.

"Then dad will sing along with you, okay?"

"Okay."

Fang Cheng counted the beat, Yang Yueyue pressed the record button, and the two little girls sat on Fang Cheng's thighs on both sides, and sang together childishly.

"Love the thought of you being unconcerned."

"The moment the shutter is pressed."

"Passing by the blue sky and white clouds and autumn, winter, spring and summer."