Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

It has rained several times this winter, each one colder than the last.

Fu Shengyu walked into the door, handing the umbrella to the maid beside him. He went to the living room feeling cold, poured himself a cup of warm honey water and drank it, only then did he feel a little better.

The rabbits at home are breeding too rampantly, and we need two people to mow the grass for the rabbits every day, otherwise there will not be enough food.

This year, the welfare inside Fufeng Fort has been expanded to include one rabbit per person, and the processed fur is just enough to make a blanket for Qingyun.

Now Qingyun was dozing off in a blanket of messy colors. Fu Shengyu couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips when he saw her lazy look, and turned around to change into a set of home clothes.

After changing into dry clothes, I felt much more comfortable. When I returned to the living room, Qingyun was eating a fresh melon with a dazed look in his eyes.

He has distributed this year's New Year's red envelopes, and those rough guys are now preparing to go down the mountain and go home to celebrate the New Year. Wen Geyin's factory at the foot of the mountain is also distributing red envelopes. I hope the family can have a happy New Year in harmony.

"Can we just spend the New Year together this year?" Fu Shengyu reached out and pinched the back of Qingyun's neck, then patted her back and told her to sit up straighter.

Sitting up straight, Qingyun felt more energetic. He nodded, "Okay."

In the afternoon, Fu Shengyu started preparing dinner. Qingyun followed beside him, looking like a little tail. Qingyun was useless but cute. Fu Shengyu couldn't help asking her to do some simple things.

"Qingyun, take another plate out of the sterilizer."

Qingyun pulled open the cabinet door with force, picked out a small flower plate with gold underglaze colors from inside, and then stood on tiptoe to push the plate from the countertop to the table.

"Dad, you can cook so many dishes." Qingyun looked at the one-meter-wide table full of ingredients and couldn't help but exclaimed. She could only cook some food that could barely maintain her vital signs.

Fu Shengyu raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of pride in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, "Fortunately, I thought a lot when I was a child, and now I can make a lot of delicious food for Qingyun."

The smile on Qingyun's face faded, and he turned around pretending nothing had happened, "I also want to eat a stewed egg."

Fu Shengyu kept smiling and took two eggs from the refrigerator. "It was only after I had Qingyun that I realized that everything God gave me was truly a gift."

Qingyun couldn't bear to listen to such sensational words. Her eyes became sour when she heard them. She took the egg beater and the bowl and walked to the side to stir the egg liquid, pretending that she didn't understand what was said.

The heated table mat is really a great invention. Sitting on the dining chair and looking at the table full of dishes, Fu Shengyu brought up the last plate of smoked fish.

"This is called having fish every year (surplus)."

After pouring the drinks, Qingyun didn't know where to start when faced with a table full of steaming dishes.

Fu Shengyu felt mixed emotions as he looked at the table. He had never cooked so many dishes at one time, and at that time there were not so many ingredients for him to handle with ease.

"Try this, your favorite yellow bean pig's trotter."

The milky white soup, the cracked soybeans and the air-dried cured pig's trotters have the aroma of beans and the unique flavor of cured meat. Qingyun loves it very much.

"It's really delicious." Qingyun praised.

The meals we eat at home are different from those we eat out. Even though the amount of condiments in each meal at home is different, they all taste the same.

"This is my first time making this and it's not as delicious as the one made by the chef." Fu Shengyu was a little overwhelmed by such sincere praise for his cooking skills and subconsciously praised others.

The beans were soft and a little sandy. When swallowed, they stuck to the throat, which was not very comfortable. Qingyun took a sip of the soup to smooth it out, thinking about how to express it in words. The meals cooked by the two of them gave her different feelings.

"Well, it's different. The food my dad cooks is warmer to eat." Qingyun frowned and said, "The food the chef cooks is square and delicious, while the food my dad cooks is round and more comfortable."

Fu Shengyu couldn't suppress the smile on his face, what he meant was that cooking is a job for a chef, so it has to be perfect and delicious. Although the food he cooked was not as good as theirs, it was delicious because it was cooked by him.

The essence is that he is Qingyun's father. Qingyun feels the emotions he gives him, so he feels warm and comfortable.

When he was almost full, Qingyun frowned as he looked at the still full table of food, "We can't finish it, are we going to eat the leftovers tomorrow?"

"It's okay. If you can't finish it, I'll feed it to the dog later."

There are dogs in Fufeng Fort, but Qingyun has never seen one. Fu Shengyu only said that the dog is very ferocious, does not recognize people, and will bite people. Qingyun is no longer curious because she likes dogs, but not vicious dogs.

"Then what are we going to eat tomorrow?" Qingyun asked again. In her memory, one cannot use a knife from the first to the third day of the New Year because it is considered unlucky.

Obviously Fu Shengyu also knew about this custom. He didn't care about it before, but since Qingyun just came back, he hasn't had any surgery in these three days.

"The ingredients are ready and are kept fresh in the refrigerator. We can just take them out and cook them tomorrow."

After dinner, they found that the rain had stopped long ago. Fu Shengyu changed his clothes and went out carrying the slop bucket.

There are very few people left in the entire Fufeng Fort now, except for a few elderly people, some of whom have no one at home. Qingyun is a little scared to stay at home alone.

There is a way to deal with the fear of Qingyun, and that is singing. First, if you can sing some songs well, you will think to yourself how great you are. Second, some songs can make you laugh. Third, some songs can give you courage just by shouting them out.

In fact, when she was at home before, she was afraid of ghosts because she thought about things like not wanting to live. It was easy to have this material, and then she realized that she didn't want to live anymore, so ghosts were nothing.

"Listen, the horn of a new journey has sounded, and the goal of building a strong army is calling us at the front..." Qingyun sang loudly. This is her favorite red song, and she would not sing out of tune as long as she sang loudly.

As soon as Fu Shengyu came back, he heard Qingyun singing, which made his blood boil and his heart cold. How did she know that his bar and karaoke entertainment venue had closed down?

When Qingyun saw Fu Shengyu coming back, he felt like his throat was being strangled. He couldn't sing the tune or the tune, and it didn't seem like he was singing to any point.

When Qingyun died down and fell silent, Fu Shengyu mustered up the courage to sing his favorite song. It was the first song he was in the mood to listen to. It was the song Feng Huayang played in the car after he saved him from danger.

Both the father and daughter are tone-deaf. This out-of-tune singing is indeed unpleasant to the ear and a little funny, but Qingyun did not laugh out loud, just showed a well-behaved smile. Being laughed at is not a pleasant feeling and can easily destroy all courage.

"I forgot what the words behind it were." Fu Shengyu sat next to Qingyun. He never sang a song since he was ridiculed once.

"My father couldn't sing in tune either, but this did not violate any law or morality. If someone says that you can't sing well, that's a fact and there's nothing wrong with admitting it. You sang because you wanted to sing to express your feelings in this situation."

"Songs are meant to be sung. You don't have to think there's something wrong with them. If someone says you can't sing well, let me teach you. Then we thank them for their enthusiastic help."

After a pause, Fu Shengyu continued, "If someone says that your singing is terrible and you should stop singing in the future, then that person has no moral character. As long as it does not violate the common interests and social morality, no one can stop you from doing anything."

Qingyun felt warm at heart after hearing these words. "I can't be the last kind of person. I can't sing well either. So I can say, Dad, let's learn together."

Fu Shengyu touched Qingyun's head and said, "Then let's learn together."

Fireworks exploded outside, colorful fireworks reflected in the night sky and on the windows. Fu Shengyu embraced Qingyun and sang their own song.

They don't make money from singing, so what do they want? They just need to improve slowly, even if they make no progress in their entire lives. It doesn't matter, they just want to make themselves happy.