Zitong's Si Yuchu

Zitong didn't go to the classroom in the morning, so he devoted himself to asking Aunt Zhang about the dos and don'ts of being a mother, and he understood a lot, but...it seems that he doesn't even know how to do it!

Cook, fail!

Laundry, waiting to try...

Clean up the house, half-disabled, pass.

Picking up and dropping off kids to school, in progress.

Zitong found that he was useless except to help Si Yuchu pick up Xiao Jinyang to and from school.

If it doesn't help, I guess Si Yuchu will have to burn incense.

After thinking about it, Zitong finally thought of something!

All the way back to his bedroom, Zitong plunged one hand under the bed and began to rummage through the box. He remembered that he had a safe, which seemed to contain a lot of money.

It took a long time for Zitong to crawl out from under the bed. There was still a delicate wooden box lying in his arms, which he defined as a safe.

Afraid of the dust on his body, Zitong opened the box, and he threw in a mess of bank cards and passbooks, and the parents of the children would pay him a lot of money every month.

Although he couldn't help Si Yuchu, he decided to give him all these things!

After class in the afternoon, Zitong couldn't wait to give things to Si Yuchu, and even Xiao Jinyang asked, "Mom, why are you so happy?"

Zitong thought for a while, "Xiao Jinyang, will Dad be happy if we give Dad a lot of money?"

Si Jinyang thought about it seriously, "I think so, because my father always told me not to spend money recklessly, and he worked very hard to make money."

In fact, Si Yuchu's living conditions are very good. Although he is not a rich second generation or a big boss, he is a popular cartoonist anyway, but the money is really hard to earn.

"Then let's make Dad happy today." Zi Tong handed the small box in his hand to Si Jinyang to hold, and whispered: "There is a lot of money in this small box."

Si Jinyang shook the wooden box, it was very light, how could there be so much money?

"Mom, is this yours?"

"Yes."

"Then you want to give it to Dad?"

"Well, give it all to Dad."

Si Jinyang asked again: "Why did you give it to Dad?"

"Because I like Dad."

"Oh." Si Yuchu was quiet for a while, then suddenly asked: "Then, do you like me, mom?"

"I like it!" Zi Tong was suddenly taken aback after speaking.

"Do you like me?"

"like."

"Then do you love me?"

Zitong suddenly remembered what Si Yuchu had asked him before, and he seemed to understand little by little.

When the two returned home, Si Yuchu was still in the studio, and Zitong was stopped by Si Jinyang just as he wanted to go in, "Mom, mom!"

"what happened?"

Si Jinyang walked up to him quietly, and whispered: "Father doesn't allow others to enter his studio, and neither can I!"

Zi Tong nodded and immediately left the door, he thought it must be that Si Yuchu didn't want to be disturbed when he was working.

So Si Jinyang started to watch cartoons, and Zi Tong held the box and waited for Si Yuchu, until it got dark.

When Si Yuchu stretched and came out of the studio, Zitong immediately stood up and ran to him, pushing the box to his chest as if offering a treasure.

"What is this?" Si Yuchu rubbed his sore arm, and looked at the wooden box.

"This is for you." Zitong said happily.

Si Yuchu opened it and was immediately stunned. A box of savings cards and passbooks, for him?

"Is this the money you saved? Why did you give it to me?" Si Yuchu returned the box to him.

Zitong put his hands behind his back and hurriedly said: "Xiao Jinyang said that you are tired of making money, so I will give it all to you."

Si Yuchu looked at him amusedly, "I'm just kidding, put your things away, don't take them out casually, be careful of being snatched away."

"No, I don't want it. If I give it to you, it's yours." Zitong thought for a while and said, "I live in your house and eat your food, and you still have to take care of me. You want it, you want it."

Si Yuchu shook his head, "It's really unnecessary, and you also helped to pick up Jin Yang, so we're even."

"I……"

Si Jinyang suddenly ran over and hugged his father's leg, raised his head and said, "Dad, you can ask for it. Mom said he liked you so he gave it to you. He also said he liked me, but he didn't give it to me."

Zitong nodded persistently, "Yu Chu, you want it."

Si Yuchu said helplessly: "Okay, then put it here, I will keep it for you, and ask for it when you use it, is that okay?"

Si Yuchu has never seen someone who insists on stuffing money into other people's hands, and you are not happy if you don't want him.

"Okay then." Zitong nodded dejectedly, "The password is 000000"

Si Yuchu didn't know whether to cry or laugh, "Does your hand still hurt today?"

Zitong shook his head and nodded again, "It doesn't hurt like yesterday."

"That's good, you stay with Jinyang for a while, and I'll cook."

"I will go with you."

Si Yuchu looked at his left hand, and finally agreed.

Zitong went into the kitchen and started watching the battle mode all the way, admiring Si Yuchu's nimble hands and feet.

There were only two adults and one child in the family, and Zitong still had a small appetite, so Si Yuchu didn't do so many tricks, and simply fried two vegetables and stewed a bowl of rice.

Zitong now has a special obsession with rice, he feels that Si Yuchu just took a little water, and it turned out just right.

His painful experience last time is still vivid in his memory, and in the end he used an electronic scale to weigh it almost exactly.

"Let's go, why are you in a daze?" Si Yuchu walked towards the door with a plate of vegetables in one hand, seeing that Zitong was still staring at the rice cooker in a daze.

"Ah, here we come." Zitong turned around quickly, "Let me serve you a plate."

"No, be careful with your hands."

"My right hand... ah..."

"mom!"

Si Yuchu and Si Jinyang hurriedly helped Zitong, who was squatting on the ground next to him, up.

"Mom, that's the wall, and the door is next to it."

Zitong was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he...why did the door move?

"Let go of your hand and let me see." Si Yuchu was amused and distressed at the same time, how could he suddenly bump into the wall while walking in his own home.

"It doesn't seem to hurt much." Zi Tong put down his hand and blinked.

Si Jinyang pursed his lips, and lightly touched his forehead with his hand, "Mom, it's red."

"It's all right." Zi Tong stood up and led Si Jinyang to sit at the dining table, "It doesn't hurt, let's eat."

"Mom, eat more meat." Si Jinyang put all the meat from a plate of stir-fried vegetables into Zitong's bowl.

"Little white-eyed wolf, what about me?" Si Yuchu pinched his son's face.

Si Jinyang looked at his father's white rice bowl, and generously took a slice for him, "The rest are mine."

Is childcare always so defensive?

"Yu Chu, I can't eat so much." Zi Tong divided the meat in the bowl into more than half for Si Yu Chu.

Si Jinyang pursed his lips, and said aggrievedly: "Mom, you only like Dad, not me."

Si Yuchu laughed out loud, the little guy knew how to be jealous.