The Disaster of Shyness

"Ah, you little brat!"

As soon as he opened the door, Lin Enming was frightened by the "scenery" in the room and wanted to abuse children frantically.

Garbage all over the floor, messy tissues, overturned teacups... those who didn't know it thought there was a crazy husky in the house, but in fact, the culprit was just a little milk baby.

At this moment, An An was grinning, and jumped off the sofa. She had short legs and fell straight into shit. Lin Enming was so frightened that he rushed over and hugged her in his arms.

"Are you okay?" Lin Enming asked nervously.

"Uncle." An An laughed so hard that her branches trembled, as if she felt very happy to be held high.

Lin Enming breathed a sigh of relief and began to grind his teeth. He threw An An onto the sofa and put a hula hoop on his body to prevent her from moving around.

"Tell me, what are you doing this afternoon!" Lin Enming scolded An An while cleaning up the rubbish all over the floor, trying to tell himself to be patient with the child, otherwise the little bastard would wreak havoc even more recklessly.

"Afternoon?" An An tapped his head with one hand, then his eyes sparkled, the corners of his mouth were raised high, and he recalled to Lin Enming, "I took a nap and found you were not there. I thought you were playing hide-and-seek with me again. So I I looked for you everywhere, um, under the table, inside the cabinet, on the balcony, I searched many, many places, but you were not there, so I thought you should have gone out, so I just sat and played with the pad."

Lin Enming gritted his teeth and smiled, "So you can't wait quietly for me to come back? I seem to have told you before you went to sleep that I'm going to go shopping in the afternoon. You'll make the house like this in a while..."

An An bit her lip, and then choked up her mouth, "I'm afraid if you're not here, I'm a child, I'll be afraid, Daddy, Daddy...Wow."

The upturned ending made Lin Enming's heart tremble, and this dead boy knew how to talk about his shortcomings.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. I didn't bully you." Lin Enming took the tissue he picked up from the ground and wiped An An's face. He didn't want to be reported by this guy.Sometimes he really wonders if this little brat is really as smart as his brother said, he is obviously just a difficult brat, and he doesn't know how to be considerate of his hard work.

But An An's pink, tender and chubby face was so cute, Lin Enming squeezed it, rubbed it, and kissed it a few times.

An An opened her big watery eyes, giggled and rolled in Lin Enming's arms, making Lin Enming's bad mood disappear instantly.

After a while, An An said, "Uncle, I'm hungry."

Lin Enming pointed An An's head with his fingers, and blinked at An An pretending to be innocent, "Little brat knows how to eat, but you are actually a little piggy, right?"

An An covered her head and yelled, "My father is not a pig, how could I be a piggy!"

Lin Enming snorted, "You have mutated."

An An pouted, and immediately turned her back to Lin Enming.

"Okay, okay, stop messing around, I bought your favorite carrot, and I'll make carrot noodles for you tonight." Lin Enming picked a few big carrots from the bag he brought back, and waved them in front of An An's eyes.Sure enough, An An immediately hugged the carrot and jumped up, laughing.

Lin Enming thought to himself: Sure enough, he is a little brat.There is no problem that a carrot can't solve, and if there is one, a basket of carrots.

"The meal is here, come over to eat, An An." Lin Enming brought the bowls and chopsticks to the dining table with a smile on his face.

He is quite satisfied with his work tonight.As soon as he turned his head, he saw An An hugging the pad and talking, leaning over to take a look, he found that it was An An who was having a video with Lin Fan.

"It's time to eat, chat while eating." Lin Enming hugged An An, sat on the chair, and moved the pad far away so that Lin Fan could see how well he took care of An An.

"What are you eating?" Lin Fan's voice came from the video.

"Carrot." An An said loudly, "Uncle made it."

"Otherwise you could have done it?" Lin Enming secretly said, "You little bastard who only eats and sleeps."

Next to Lin Fan came another head, it was Hua Yu, he was wearing a bathrobe, he seemed to have just taken a shower.

"An An, eat carrots again, are you going to become a bunny?" Hua Yu smiled at An An with his arms around Lin Fan.

"No." An An pointed to her mouth and proved seriously, "A rabbit has red eyes, a three-petal mouth, and long ears. That's not me."

"Haha." The three big men were amused by her.

Lin Enming didn't expect it, An An immediately pointed at him and said, "But uncle always calls me a little bastard, it's uncle's fault that I really want to become a rabbit."

Lin Enming choked on the noodles, he felt that he was going to be shot blind by the two sharp eyes in the video.

Sure enough, the little bastard will not let go of the opportunity to give him a small report, um... he is going to die.

"Brother, I definitely took good care of An An. Don't think too much about it. We're going to eat. Bye, we'll talk next time." Lin Enming quickly finished speaking like beans, and immediately turned off the video.

"Ah, I haven't told my dad that I love you yet." An An clapped her hands and kicked her legs, feeling unhappy.

Lin Enming took a breath and forced a smile, and said to An An kindly, "My dear An An, I know you love me, let's eat first, or I'll eat up all your carrots!"

Finally, in An'an's death-defending battle, she won a complete victory.After eating, I rubbed my swollen belly and went to play with building blocks.Lin Enming threw the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, soaked them in water, didn't bother to touch the oily things, so he left the kitchen, and waited until tomorrow when he was cooking to brush.

Going to An An's side, he picked up the remote control and tuned the sports channel. After watching the game for a while, Lin Enming felt lonely, so he turned his head to ask An An.

"Do you want to play ball? Let me take you to play basketball, okay?"

"I don't want to." An An didn't raise her head, she was still playing with building blocks.

Lin Enming was not discouraged, and continued to ask, "Then watch TV, are the brothers who play basketball handsome?"

An An glanced at the TV, then at Lin Enming, shook her head and said, "Not as handsome as you."

Lin Enming was amused, pinched An An's cheek, and accidentally knocked down the building blocks that An An had built with great difficulty.

"Haha... well, I didn't mean to."

"You are the ugliest." An An stared unceremoniously.

Lin Enming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this little bastard really held grudges.

He hurried over to please An An, "I'll help you set it up."

"You are the ugliest." An An pulled Lin Enming's hair and repeated indifferently.

"...Little bastard!" Lin Enming was annoyed.

Why on earth is he so considerate that he wants to take care of the little brat when Lin Fan and the others are traveling abroad!

So tired and angry.

After finally coaxing An An to sleep at night, Lin Enming received An An's bedtime wish—hope that she can eat fruit panna cotta tomorrow.

Lin Enming agreed immediately, he learned things so fast, would this stump him?

But...Lin Enming couldn't figure out why, he pondered for an hour, and the fruit panna cotta he made tasted bitter and had a strange taste.

After repeatedly looking at the practices found on the Internet, he was sure that he did not do the wrong steps. Is it because he missed "feelings"?

The principle of breaking the casserole and asking the end of scientific research was finally remembered by Lin Enming after a few years. If you can't find the problem, ask someone.

After thinking about it carefully, if you want to talk about fruit panna cotta, he also loved to eat it when he was a child. He also tried it at that time and succeeded, but it seems... with the help of someone.

Unconsciously, Lin Enming took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

"Beep... hello."

"... Auri?" Lin Enming was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that the phone could be dialed out and answered almost instantly.

Has he not changed his number all these years?

"it's me."

The voice from the other end didn't seem to change, it was still low and magnetic.

And Lin Enming stared at his failed panna cotta, his Adam's apple slipped, and suddenly he didn't know how to speak.