My dads are villains

Di Jingyan's hormones were so intense now that he was holding the baby in one hand and reading the report from An Er with the other, looking relaxed and effortless at all.

Moreover, the little princess who stayed in her father's arms was not honest at all, and played with the girlish An Er beside her.

The others looked envious. When An Er comes back, I will give him some extra work. This will save me the time to learn these things.

(I really want to learn. I’m looking for opportunities online. Money is not an issue.)

There was movement at the door, and An Er disappeared instantly. Yueyue also put the rope in her pocket very sensibly.

The master walked in with his waist hunched over, not daring to raise his head and look around. He opened his robe and knelt down

Di Jingyan didn't even raise his head and said, "No need to be so polite. Master, please sit down."

The master handed the memorial with both hands, and Di Jingyan reached out to take it and put it on the table.

The master was uneasy sitting in his chair. He didn’t know how to speak several times.

Di Jingyan looked at his master and said, "I'll ask someone to pass the meal around, and I'll leave after eating."

Looking at Master's appearance, I guess there is no rice at home, and it would be difficult to even eat.

"Yes"

After saying that, the air was silent for a while, and the master almost dug out of the room in embarrassment.

Yueyue couldn't help but jumped off her father's body, blinking at her father with her big eyes, "Dad, can I play with this grandpa?"

Di Jingyan looked at Yueyue and said, "Go ahead."

With a look of fear on his face, the master was led by Yue Yue and walked to the small pavilion outside, where he asked someone to bring a plate of pastries and tea.

We were talking and laughing so hard that we didn’t know what we were talking about, making Master so happy.

Di Jingyan retracted his gaze and continued to read the memorial in his hand.

Yueyue asked her master to tell her some nice and interesting stories. Seeing that this grandpa is very old, the things he has experienced must be very interesting.

The master stroked his beard and recalled the strange stories from previous trials.

"There was a woman who was walking on the road...then...then...then...the scholar had an enlightenment and repeated his studies."

"This tells us that 'a gentleman seeks the road but not the food. Plowing is where discouragement lies; learning is where the salary lies. A gentleman is concerned about the road but not poverty.'"

Yueyue wrinkled her little face and asked with confusion, "Grandpa, why is it that Confucius is not stopped wherever he goes?"

The master's mouth was dry as he spoke, so he took a sip of water, but the little princess was still stumped by the previous question.

The master racked his brains to come up with a particularly elegant word: "Maybe, maybe Confucius. What Confucius said makes sense and people follow it."

Yueyue was still very curious, "What Confucius said makes sense, why did the scholar not listen but listened to his sister?"

"Because the scholar and Confucius were not from the same era, and the sister was arguing with him."

"Then why do you still use Confucius's words? Why do you still... Then why did that sister quarrel with the scholar brother? Why?"

The master wiped the sweat from his face. How could the little princess ask such a strange question? He couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't know why the woman and the scholar quarreled.

He is not a party, he is just a recorder (T^T)

At this time, the prince was like a divine soldier descending from heaven, coming over and holding the collar of Yueyue's neck, "Let's go have a meal."

Yueyue's little mouth was still chattering at the dinner table, asking endless questions.

Di Jingyan didn't stop or answer, he just smiled and gave Yueyue her favorite dish.

Yueyue was not lonely even if she was talking to herself by herself. She kept talking with her little mouth until she finished eating.

After finishing the meal, she sent Master off and looked at Master's retreating back. Yueyue grabbed her father's sleeves and looked up at Di Jingyan, "Dad, what do you mean those things that grandpa talked about?"

Di Jingyan rubbed Yueyue's little head with his big palm, "I'll tell you later."

A young man in the distance looked at the interaction between Di Jingyan and Yueyue, with envy in his eyes.

Hiding the look in his eyes, he looked up again with a gentle and jade-like expression, like a big brother next door.

Yueyue has never been allowed to go out since being brought to the camp by her father, muttering to herself in all kinds of boredom