When Qin Zhao woke up again, it was already bright.

There was a quiet sound in the room, and the bed beside him was empty. Qin Zhao moved his fingers and felt something warm and soft pressing on his arm.

A faint smell of milk came from his breath. The little thing felt him awake and crawled two steps in his direction.

Qin Zhao took the opportunity to hug the cub in his arms, lowered his eyes and met a pair of round and dark eyes: "Wake up?"

"...ah!" The little fish cub waved his forearm, stretched out his chubby palm, and gently pressed it on Qin Zhao's forehead.

The touch from his forehead was soft, and Qin Zhao looked at the little boy's serious expression and reacted.

This little boy is imitating his father.

Qin Zhao always had a fever some time ago. Jing Li often used this method to test the temperature of his forehead. When the little fish cub saw it, he followed suit.

The little guy may not know what this action means, but this is his way of caring about Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao felt so soft that he held the little fat hand and rubbed it against his cheek: "Dad is okay, don't worry."

"Ye-Diadai!"

Qin Zhao paused.

Mr. Qin, who had always been calm, was stunned for a long time: "Are you calling me?"

The little fish cub tilted his head: "Yaa?"

Qin Zhao sat up, picked up the little fish cub, and put a happy look on his eyebrows: "Call it again, call it again for Daddy."

"Ye...Yeah!"

"Why did you hug me early in the morning? Didn't you tell you that my dad is still sick?" When Jing Li pushed the door open, he happened to see Qin Zhao holding a fish cub.

He walked to the bed and tried the temperature on Qin Zhao's forehead: "It's down."

The tone is neither cold nor hot, and I can't hear any emotions.

Qin Zhao looked at Jing Li's face and said nothing.

His memory is still at last night Xiao Yue sent him home. If I remember correctly, Xiaoyu seemed quite old at that time?

I don’t know if this night has passed and he has disappeared.

Qin Zhao came up with a countermeasure in an instant.

He raised the cub in his arms and said, "The cub just called my dad."

The fish cub was held up under his armpits, and was still a little confused about his sudden suspension. His two short legs subconsciously kicked, and looked up at his other father: "Ah..."

Qin Zhao: “…”

"No, that's not what you called." Qin Zhao frowned slightly.

The fish cub's eyes showed a distressed look: "Ah, yeah..."

"It's still wrong." Qin Zhao taught him patiently, "It's Daddy, try calling me again."

Fish cub: "Ahhh..."

Jing Li: "Puff."

"He really called out just now." Qin Zhao took the cub back into his arms and sighed, "This silly boy..."

"I know." Jing Li turned around to help Qin Zhao get his clothes and said with a smile, "He called out last night, but he was probably not skilled yet, so he had to learn for a while."

"Seriously?" Qin Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked down at the little boy who was holding his hair in his arms and playing with it. "It seems that I missed the first time my son called Daddy. You think, why is my luck so bad in this matter?"

"You didn't drink alcohol and have fever last night, and you wouldn't miss it."

Jing Li snorted unhappy, took the cub and threw a coat to Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao was not in a hurry to get dressed, and took a photo of the bed beside him: "Come here."

Jing Li sat down beside him, and then was hugged from behind.

"I was wrong." Qin Zhao's head rested on Jing Li's shoulder, and his breath sprayed on the side of his neck.

The sound is so soft that it is deadly.

Jing Li's ears numb and he turned his head to hide.

This guy has been sick all the time and has not had a memory for so many times, so he has become more and more proficient in coaxing him.

"It's really a matter of life?" Qin Zhao looked at his expression, raised his hand to cover the little fish cub's eyes, and leaned over and kissed Jing Li on the side, "This time it was an accident, and I will never be there in the future, believe me."

Of course, Jing Li was not really born.

In fact, his words had almost disappeared last night, but he really forgives this person so easily, maybe he will die next time.

Jing Li had never quarreled with Qin Zhao, and didn't know how to speak harshly for a while, but just said fiercely with a stern face: "If you do this again next time, I will drive you out and lock you up outside."

My madness is fierce.

"Okay." Qin Zhao held back his smile and said seriously, "I'm going to do it again, you don't have to rush, I'm thinking about my mistakes outside the door."

Xiaoyuzai didn't understand what the two fathers were saying, so he broke free from Qin Zhao's hand and smashed his mouth.

"It seems that I'm hungry." Qin Zhao said.

"I have asked Ah Qi to prepare breakfast." Jing Li stood up with Yu Zi in her arms, "Get up and wash up, and go for dinner."

After finishing cleaning, the two went to the front hall together.

As soon as I walked into the door, I saw someone sitting at the table and eating it on my own, as if he was not seen at all.

"Oh, I'm finally awake." Xiao Yue greeted them and pointed to the table, "I'm buying some of them outside, I don't know if it's up to your taste."

Qin Zhao: “…”

Qin Zhao felt his head start to ache again, so he pressed his eyebrows and said, "Why are you..."

How could it be here?

"It was too late when we came back yesterday. Thank you, Brother Xie, who promised me to stay in the mansion." Xiao Yue still looked calm and said slowly.

Qin Zhao was silent.

Jing Li keenly noticed Qin Zhao's emotional changes. He held the fish cub in one hand and quietly pulled the corner of Qin Zhao's clothes with the other: "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Qin Zhao took a deep breath and said calmly, "Sit down."

Qin Zhao was so smart that he understood the whole story from Xiao Yue's words.

The general was obviously very interested in his current life. He took advantage of the fact that he was sick and drowsy last night and deceived his little fish to stay in the house.

But he can't expose it now.

Otherwise, his relationship with Xiao Yue would be difficult to explain.

Qin Zhao held Jing Li's hand in his back, took him to the table and sat down.

The table was no longer the porridge and dough cakes they used to eat, but instead it was replaced by various exquisite pastries and hot porridge.

Several Jing Li couldn't even name them.

They are now much better than they did in the village, and they are not rich, but at least they don’t have to worry about food and clothing. However, due to the repeated illness in Qin Zhao recently, the family tried to save as much food and clothing as possible. It has been a long time since they saw meat.

These things...

It doesn't look cheap.

Jing Li subconsciously looked at Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao did not be polite with Xiao Yue, and directly served a bowl of chicken porridge in front of Jing Li.

“Eat.”

Jing Li scooped up a spoonful of cool things and fed it to the little fish that had been whimpering in his arms and was waiting to feed them.

Jing Li was busy feeding his own cubs, and Qin Zhao was not idle either. He often picked up cakes of pastries and scooped spoons of hot porridge to feed him. His behavior was natural and skillful, which made Xiao Yue feel sour.

Xiao Yue coughed lightly and said without saying a word: "Your son is born like you."

Qin Zhao didn't raise his head: "Yes."

"..." Xiao Yue was speechless and said, "It's just that he doesn't have a very similar temperament. You haven't been like this before..."

Before he could finish his words, Qin Zhao kicked him hard under the table.

Xiao Yue was shocked to realize that he said the wrong thing.

He is still pretending to be similar to Qin Zhao just now, so he shouldn't have said this.

Xiao Yue thought that the hangover was really a bad thing, so he hurriedly shut up and subconsciously looked at the expression of Qin Zhao's young husband.

Fortunately, the latter was focusing on feeding the little boys to eat and didn't seem to notice what they were talking about.

After breakfast, Jing Li took Xiaoyuzi to the yard to play with snow, while Qin Zhao cooked tea by the window.

"Why didn't I know before that you have the skills to make tea?" Xiao Yue took a sip of the tea and shook his head. "It's a pity that although the skills are good, the tea leaves are too inferior."

"It's almost done." Qin Zhao said indifferently, "How long have you been staying in my house? Are you not in a hurry to return to the military camp?"

Xiao Yue was unhappy: "What are you urging me? Is this Mr. Qin's way of treating guests?"
To be continued...