My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Xianyu didn't think he was smart when he just asked him if he was a picky eater, but he was too embarrassed to let it go when he heard his proud tone.

"Well, our Qinqin's father must be smart."

When it was time to go to bed at noon, Qinqin didn't need to be reminded at all, so she greeted her father and said that she was going to bed and let her play by herself.

"Dad, be good, Qinqin will play with you when I get home."

"Okay, Dad will wait for you at home obediently."

When the season of chestnuts matured, it happened to be a weekend, and Qinqin carried her small basket on her back, and asked her father to take him to pick it up after dinner early in the morning.

"What are you doing? Go to sleep again."

Xianyu stretched out his hand to pull Qinqin into the bed, Qinqin struggled hard, threw the small basket aside, stretched out his hand to shake his father's clothes.

"Daddy slob, get up and get up."

"What are you doing up so early? Be good, you don't go to school today."

The place where they live is a bit far from the kindergarten, and Xianyu has to get up early every morning and cook him breakfast.

Sometimes he really regrets that he practiced his cooking skills so well that now a certain little guy doesn't like to eat breakfast sold outside at all. He goes there once in a while, and after a couple of bites, he turns his head and tells his father to make it tomorrow.

"Picking chestnuts, Dad said yesterday."

"Oh yes, I want to pick chestnuts."

If it wasn't because of Qinqin's reminder, Xianyu would have forgotten about it. Last year, he said that he would also store some at home, and it happened to be the season when chestnuts were ripe.

In the early years in their village, they also had to chop chestnuts by themselves, cutting the longest bamboo pole to hit them, but then the chestnut tree grew bigger and bigger, and when it was out of reach, it had to wait for it to fall naturally.

"Say yes before you go out, don't say you're tired."

Seeing that his father was still dawdling in getting dressed, Qinqin ran over and threw himself into his father's arms, and she took the initiative to answer: "No, let Dad hold her."

"Yes, but it's okay if you're tired."

"Qinqin is not tired."

Xianyu made some breakfast casually, and according to the memory of the original owner, he took Qinqin to the mountain together, holding a sharpened stick in his hand, and turned over the fallen leaves.

Chestnuts have a certain weight, and when they fall from such a height, they are usually hidden in the leaves. Occasionally, if you are lucky, you can see the location at a glance, but those are basically picked up by people.

Qinqin knows that this food is delicious, but she doesn't remember the taste, but only remembers that it is really, really, really delicious.

"Qin Qin, slow down, Dad can't catch up."

Xianyu was stunned because he didn't expect that he couldn't run against such a big guy. He has short legs, but he can crawl very fast in many places, and his eyes are good, so he picked up a bunch of them.

Qinqin didn't pay attention to her father at all, only when her small basket was too heavy to carry, she would run over and put it in her father's big bag.

There is the temptation of delicious food, Qinqin can't be fast, Xianyu occasionally picks up one at the beginning, but then slowly just chases after him, for fear that he will lose this little guy.

"Slow down, run slowly."

Qinqin stood at the highest point and looked down, with a small basket on her back and her hips on her hips, feeling a little disgusted that his father was too slow.

"Dad, exercise more."

"Exercise more."

Xianyu felt that he was not lazy in farm work every day, but it seemed useless in front of this little guy, his short legs ran faster than anyone else.

"Father, the teacher said, you need to exercise more to be in good health."

"Well, Dad must exercise more."

Xianyu panted and said this sentence, in fact, he felt that there was nothing wrong with his physical strength, but Qinqin, who was tempted by delicious food, was too able to run.

He even seriously doubted that if the cub was given two wings, he would be able to fly up directly by himself.

After picking up chestnuts all morning, Qinqin was still very energetic on the way home, taking small steps with extra vigor, tilting his head while running and telling his father that he would come over to continue picking chestnuts in the afternoon after dinner.

"Aren't you tired, be good?"

After Xianyu got home, he looked at the number of steps displayed on his mobile phone. It had already reached [-]. When cooking, his legs were a little sore and weak, but it seemed that Qinqin still wanted to grab a meal there.

After lunch, the teacher in the kindergarten would let them sleep, and Qinqin developed the habit of taking a nap even when she stayed at home.

Xianyu, who had just washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen, walked in, saw that he had fallen asleep leaning there, and walked over to help him take off his coat lightly.

He hugged him to the small bed where he usually played, and covered him with a quilt again.

According to his speculation, there should be no need to go out to pick chestnuts with this little ancestor in the afternoon, and even started snoring at noon, this person is definitely very tired.

On Friday, Leisurely bought fresh fruit and put it in the refrigerator, took it out and peeled it, and planned to make juice for him in the afternoon, and also consider small steamed buns.

Counting the time and waiting for Qinqin to wake up, it would be a while before Xianyu went to the market to see what vegetables were on sale.

It's probably a common problem of parents, no matter how many times he reminds himself that life in school is definitely not worse than at home, and in terms of nutrition, he may do better than himself as a father.

But when my child is at home, I always think about making more delicious food for him, as if he has been wronged by going to school.

I just saw an old woman with a basket at her feet, filled with fresh wild vegetables, and Xianyu thought that she might consider making dumplings with Qinqin. Last time he said that it was delicious, he kept thinking about it, but he forgot.

After buying wild vegetables, I bought some fresh lean meat. When I saw the watermelon sold on the street, I thought the watermelon was not bad. I went back and put it in the refrigerator to freeze. I would cut it at noon tomorrow and let him eat it on the weekend.

While washing the vegetables, Qinqin stepped on her slippers and ran behind her father and stood there, with her hips on her hips, trying to urge his father to go up the mountain with her to pick up chestnuts, but she couldn't say anything.

Before I went to bed, I was confident that I would pick it up after I woke up.

But after waking up, his arms and legs were sore and sore, and he wanted to retreat, but he was too embarrassed to express it directly. He only hoped that his father could quickly see through his cub's stubbornness.

"Not going in the afternoon, okay? Be good, Dad wants to take you to make dumplings together."

"it is good."

Qinqin was not at all afraid that her father would guess that she didn't want to go, so she agreed very decisively, and squatted at her father's feet to help wash the wild vegetables together.

He had tasted this kind of wild vegetable at an old grandmother's house in the village. It was very fragrant and delicious, but it was a pity that he remembered what his father had said to him at that time, that he could not eat too much of what he liked in other people's homes.

If you really like it, you can remember the taste and tell your dad to make it when you go home.

Xianyu reconciled the noodles before chopping the dumpling stuffing. Qinqin drove the excavator and took the rice to play with his children. He also carried his small kettle on his back. Before leaving home, he did not forget to say hello to his father.

"Okay, call me, Dad, remember."

"Okay, I'll ask you to come back and make dumplings when I'm done."

Qinqin drove the excavator on a flat path. When he first bought the excavator, if he saw something like a puddle, he would have jumped down and picked up the excavator himself.

But now that the excavator has been used for too long, he turns to drive it hard. When the water splashes, he suddenly feels that this may not be a small excavator, but a big luxury that he can buy for his father when he grows up. car.

Xianyu prepared everything proficiently, cleaned up the table and stood at the door shouting, and soon heard the echo of the little milk voice.

"I'm coming!"

"Wash your hands first."

When a dirty little guy appeared at the door, Xianyu was inexplicably disgusted, and he was not willing to believe that this was his own cub.

"No, try it first."

Qinqin smelled the aroma of dumpling stuffing at the door, so she couldn't bear to wash her hands first.

Standing there stubbornly pouted, looking at his father with a bit more condemnation in his eyes, as if he was blaming him for going to school by himself, so now he doesn't love his family as much as before.

In the past, even if he came back dirty, his father would take him to taste the dumpling stuffing first.

"Okay, just take a bite and wash your hands."

"it is good."

Every time Xianyu would stir-fry the stuffing first, but not if it was steamed dumplings. Qinqin tasted a big spoonful and gave her father a thumbs up while chewing.

Staring at his little black hand, Xianyu helplessly supported his forehead. When he was good before, he never thought that this cub could be so noisy now.

"Qinqin, wash your hands."

Sensing that his father still dislikes him, Qinqin puffed up his mouth in dissatisfaction and muttered: "Dad, do you dislike Qinqin?"

"Who doesn't dislike a dirty boy? Would you like to take a look at you?"

"Qinqin doesn't dislike it."

After speaking, he was afraid that his father would come and beat him, so he hurried out to wash his hands, scrubbed them clean, turned his head to make sure his father hadn't come over to peek, and silently refuted what he had said before in his heart.

In fact, he also disliked it. If he didn't wash his hands, the dumplings he made would only be eaten by his father, and he would eat the dumplings made by his father.

"Dumplings tonight, do you want to eat anything else?"

"No."

Qinqin thinks that the dumplings can be full by himself, but he wants to eat fried dumplings and boiled dumplings. The fried dumplings made by his father are also delicious, and he also likes to eat this in the morning.

Even on the way to school, as long as the situation permits, I will take two in my hand and eat slowly while walking.

"There are so few dumplings?"

Xianyu wrapped half of it and raised his head to take a look, Qinqin looked at the five dumplings in front of him, and then at the two rows in front of his father, he puffed his cheeks and put the dumplings he had just wrapped and placed with his father.

"We packed them together."

"Okay, we packed it together."

Hearing the smile in his father's voice, Qinqin snorted coldly. He also knew that the dumplings he made with his father didn't look alike, but as long as he didn't admit it, his father would definitely not expose it.

After comforting herself like this from the bottom of her heart, Qinqin put her ugly little dumpling in the middle of her father's prettiest one.