When she heard Little Liu Liu’s voice, Nian Xiaomu thought Yu Yuehan had returned and was so frightened that she turned around to look.
In the end, she found that she had used snow to make a “daddy”.
This was Little Liu Liu’s first time making a snowman.
Her little hands were a bit clumsy.
She kneaded the snow into a round ball and then poked two eyes to make a “daddy”.
He happily put it aside and started to grab a piece of snow and knead “mummy” again.
Nian Xiaomu looked at the miserable “daddy” and couldn’t bear to look at the “mummy” she was kneading.
But the little girl herself was having a great time, kneading the snow ball vigorously while humming a song in her little mouth.
Finally, she happily placed the second snowman she had made next to the previous one, “Pretty mummy is the prettiest!”
“……”
Nian Xiaomu took a look at it with anticipation and found that compared to Yu Yuehan’s one, hers was indeed a little better.
At least in addition to poking out two eyes for her, Little Liu Liu had also poked out an extra mouth for her.
Hot eyes!
Nian Xiaomu silently turned her head away, inwardly torturing herself, what’s wrong with doing? Why do you have to be a fool?
Can’t we just go back to the living room and build blocks?
Can’t we just paint?
Even a puzzle would be good!
Why do we have to look at these miserable snowmen in this freezing cold yard ……
The first time Little Liu Liu made a snowman, she was in the mood for it.
The first time I saw a snowman, I was very excited about it, and I felt that I owed it to my daughter, so naturally she would play with whatever she wanted.
The first time I saw a snowman, I was able to put it down and jump into her arms.
She was so relieved that she picked her up and was ready to go.
I wish I hadn’t seen these “snowmen” ……
But before she could take a step, Little Liu Liu already tugged her anxiously, “There’s still ‘poop’ left to take!”
“……”
The daddy in her mouth was the one she had squeezed, the snow ball with only two eyes.
Nian Xiaomu glanced back, pointed at the snowman Yu Yuehan had made, and instructed towards the housekeeper, “Bring in the snowman that Little Liu Liu made up, and put it in the fridge for her.”
Just two steps ahead, he heard Little Liu Liu shouting anxiously towards the housekeeper, “Grandpa housekeeper, there’s also ‘Pretty Mama’ and ‘Little Liu Liu’!”
Nian Xiaomu: “……”!!!
Nian Xiaomu carried her to the door of the living room, took off her gloves and hat again for her, and shook the remnants of snow on them.
Worried that she might catch a cold, she quickly ordered someone to cook her a bowl of ginger soup.
Only when she saw Little Liu Liu’s frozen red face return to its normal colour did she breathe a sigh of relief.
She took out the homework she hadn’t finished before and continued to supervise her drawing.
Outside, the sky was already getting dark.
The snow, which had stopped for a while, started to fall again.
Yu Yuehan hadn’t come back. Nian Xiaomu tried calling him, but the phone rang, but no one answered.
What was he doing?
The phone rang, but there was no answer.
The phone call Yu Yuehan received, what exactly did he say that made him leave for so long and not come back ……
“Pretty mum, sore hands~”
Hearing Little Liu Liu’s voice, Nian Xiaomu hurriedly held her little hand and rubbed it for her, unable to resist speaking, “Little Liu Liu, it’s mommy, not pretty mommy.”
Little Liu Liu blinked her big eyes and tilted her little head to look at her.
She didn’t seem to understand what the difference was between a pretty mother and a mother.
Nian Xiaomu picked her up, and in her eyes, there was an expectation, “Say mummy!”
As soon as her words fell, a long figure appeared at the door ……
