My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Xianyu, who was cutting carrots in the kitchen to prepare porridge, ran out in a hurry when he heard Lingling's crying, and saw his son lying on the snow, he walked over helplessly and picked him up.

Hugging Lingling, sat down on the chair under the eaves, wiped his tears with a tissue, and asked softly, "Did you hurt from the fall?"

Ling Ling raised her head so that her father could wipe it off for her. After she finished wiping, she choked up a few times, and muttered, "I'm so scared."

He wanted to play very happily, but who would have thought that he would lie there directly.

"Then dad, will you hold me for a while?"

"Ah."

The half-prepared things in the kitchen can't just be put there. Xianyu holds Lingling with one hand while operating with the other.

Recently, he has played various tricks on the carrot porridge. As long as it tastes good, he is not stingy to try it, such as adding some fresh meat.

At first Ling Ling hugged her father's neck, trying to make it easier for him to hold him, but later she found that she was still in the way and struggled to think about it.

"Dad, I'll sit down for a while, and you'll hug me when you're done."

"also."

Ling Ling sat on the small stool over there, put her hand close to the fire burning under the stove, and occasionally raised her head to have a look.

He thinks that the father who prepares porridge for himself in the kitchen is the most handsome one!

After Xianyu finished the things, he asked the aunt to watch, and led Lingling outside.

It doesn't snow often, so it's a pity not to take Lingling to play.

Now that the snow has stopped, a lot has accumulated on the tiles on the ground and on the treetops, and it is completely white at a glance. For Ling Ling who saw snow for the first time, the novelty made him forget the previous lesson.

He ran to the open space in front of the door and jumped a few times, then squatted down and grabbed a handful of snow and handed it to Dad.

"Wow, how did it turn into water?"

"Yes, because Lingling's hand is hot, it melted away."

After finishing speaking, Xianyu also squatted down, made a round snowball out of accumulated snow, and threw it towards Lingling.

"Dad, why did you hit me?"

Ling Ling frowned a little unhappy, wanted to throw the snowflakes in her hand on her father, and threw them upwards violently, and finally it all fell on herself, so angry that her cheeks were already puffed up.

Xianyu walked up to him and hugged him from behind. The angry cub wanted to struggle a bit, so he shook his shoulders.

"Be good, let me teach you how to do this well?"

After finishing speaking, Xianyu taught him to squeeze the snowflakes into snowballs.

Lingling held the little snowball in her palm, her eyes widened, and the corners of her lips raised and she narrowed her eyes happily.

"Wow, dad is awesome."

"Come to have a snowball fight?"

As soon as Xianyu finished speaking, his answer was a snowball that hit him directly on the shoulder.

Lingling, who successfully hit his father, was so happy that he jumped up and applauded, and said in a clear childish voice: "Oye~"

Xianyutuan threw a bigger snowball and threw it towards his stomach.

This time Lingling wasn't angry, but just squatted down and started making snowballs. After playing for a while, Dad didn't know if they hit the snowballs, but the shoes were quite wet anyway.

The two of them had a great time playing, they didn't feel cold at all, and Xianyu even broke out in a sweat.

It didn't take long to play, both of them were driven back by the old man.

Xian Yu was also afraid that Ling Ling would catch a cold, so he planned to change his shoes and socks, but just as he took off his shoes, the old man walked in with a basin of water for washing his feet.

While soaking his feet, Xianyu hugged Lingling on his lap and sat down.

Every time Lingling's toes turned up, the shape was very strange. She only tentatively touched the water with her thumb, and then quickly retracted it.

Leaning on his father's arms and staring at the cartoons on TV, he felt aggrieved by the way.

"Dad, the water is very hot."

"It doesn't take such hot water to kill a pig and scald its hair..."

"Kill pigs?"

Occasionally, Xianyu had to be busy with his own affairs, but he didn't follow Lingling all the time, so when he heard him say this, he asked curiously.

After all, he was very sure that he hadn't said this in front of Ling Ling, and what the old man said was impossible.

So, I was curious as to who taught him this.

"That's right, the grandma next door also said that her family slaughtered pigs the day after tomorrow and asked me to go over and help hold the pig's legs."

"You, press the pig's leg?"

Seeing her father's surprise, Lingling puffed up her chest proudly.

"That's right, that grandma said that I look very strong, and asked me to help."

Xianyu held his little arm in his palm and tried it, but it was really hard to agree with his sentence, when it was time to really kill the pig, that pig could kick Ling Ling away with one hoof.

"It's quite strong now, but you have to wait until you grow up to do this kind of thing."

"Oh."

Lingling was not disappointed, she had to test the water temperature with her toes from time to time, and naturally accepted the fact that he was still young.

Let's be a little bit smaller, and I can still stay in my father's arms and play rogue.

"Dad, can't we secretly add some cold water?"

The water temperature is not too hot, it was already a bit cold when Xianyu was washing, Ling Ling never dared to put her feet down.

"Did you see your grandpa's face turned black just now?"

Ling Ling nodded lightly, guessing that Grandpa was angry when he saw them wet their shoes from playing in the snow, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and put his feet down.

After finally soaking his feet and changing into clean socks and shoes, Xianyu carried him to a tree outside the yard.

"Do you want to see it snow?"

Lingling didn't have the slightest precautions, nodded after his eyes lit up, and replied crisply: "I want to!"

After all, he hasn't seen enough. With such a heavy snow, he can sit on a stool and watch with his chin propped up for a whole day.

Xianyu hugged him and kicked him on the tree, thinking it should be a beautiful falling snow.

Unexpectedly, there was too much snow on this tree, a large piece hit Ling Ling's shoulder directly, and splashed some on the side of his face. Before Ling Ling could react, the second snow piled up again. Hit him on the head.

Lingling wrinkled her face, and subconsciously hid in her father's arms.

Then he shook his head, buried his head in his father's arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Dad lied!"

Xianyu didn't expect to go in this direction, hugged him and coaxed him to walk into the house, just in time the carrot porridge was ready, and the nanny brought it out, Lingling sat there, drinking the porridge while warming up the fire.

The snow that stopped for a while is now falling again.

After finishing the porridge, Ling Ling walked to her father, sat down on her lap, rubbed her head against her father, and looked at her backwards.

Leaving from the fast-paced urban life, it seemed that everything around her had slowed down. Tired of playing, Lingling leaned quietly and stared at the snowflakes flying outside.

The old man was holding a water glass, and occasionally glanced at his little grandson. After taking a sip of hot water, he put down the glass. It seemed that only the sound of snow falling was left in the whole world.

The closer the year is, the more people will come back, and the village will become lively one after another.

The big goose that was promised to be stewed in an iron pot before, the three of them ate it for two days and found it a bit boring, and the other one was locked on the other side of the yard.

On this day, Xianyu received a call from a secretary. While discussing work matters, he waited for a bored cub beside him, and silently ran to stare at the big goose.

Although Xianyu has told him many times that this goose is really fierce, Ling Ling doesn't quite believe it when he sees it obediently lying there.

Pick up the vegetable leaves that are being fed to it, and pass it in front of it, wanting to feed it.

The big goose turned its head, as if it didn't want to talk to the human cub very much. When Ling Ling insisted on handing it over, the big goose reluctantly came over and took a bite of the vegetable leaf.

Ling Ling, who had successfully fed the goose, was very happy, and habitually wanted to jump twice. The goose must have misunderstood him and just took a bite at his arm.

Lingling subconsciously retracted her arms, and the vegetable leaf fell to the ground without holding it. She stared at the marks on the sleeves of her light blue clothes, and took a long time to realize that the moisture was slowly brewing in her eyes.

When Xianyu hung up the phone and came out, he saw Lingling running towards him with tears in his eyes.

"what happened?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, Hugs And Hugs, Dad."

Ling Ling tightly hugged her father's neck, and her legs were wrapped around her body, like a small pendant hanging on his body.

But no matter how Xianyu asked, he just didn't say the reason, and kept burying his mouth there. At first, he still endured it, but later he couldn't bear it anymore, and started crying loudly with a wow.

The old man thought it was his son returning to his old ways, so no matter how he coaxed his little grandson, he just kept silent, and was so angry that he grabbed the crutch and wanted to give it to Xianyu.

As soon as she raised her crutches, Ling Ling sniffed, crying and explaining to her father.

"Grandpa, no, it's not my father who bullies me."

Just relying on his usual appearance of defending his father, the old man is not willing to believe this sentence even if he utters it.

Ling Ling hugged Grandpa's waist before she wiped her tears away, sobbing that she was pecked on the arm by a big goose.

He was wearing a lot of winter clothes, so he didn't feel any pain, but he was really scared when he ran over to peck him suddenly.

Hearing this answer, the old man looked at the string of small footprints in the yard near the place where the geese were raised, and knew that Lingling hadn't lied to him, so he knelt down and wiped away his tears for his little grandson.

"Tomorrow we will slaughter it and eat a big goose stewed in an iron pot."

"The stewed goose in the iron pot that aunt made last time, is it delicious?"

Lingling originally wanted to defend the big goose, after all, she ran over to tease it by herself, but after hearing what grandpa said, thinking of the big goose stewed in an iron pot last time, she unconsciously began to be led astray.

After nodding her head vigorously, she began to swallow her saliva with red eyes, and replied, "Xiang."

After coaxing him, Xianyu helped him check his shoes, and found that his socks were wet again when he ran out to see the big geese, so he held him close to the fire and roasted them.

The cub who was originally wiping tears silently leaned in his father's arms very trustingly.

Until... Ling Ling accidentally saw her feet, and was instantly taken aback.

"Dad, you roasted my feet and made them smoke!!!"