A little girl with two ponytails and a red cloak saw them and walked over. She didn't like snowball fights, but she wanted to build a snowman with others. So she went up and asked, "Are you building a snowman?"
Yan Qingchi nodded.
The little girl asked timidly, "Can I play with you?"
Yan Qingchi looked at Qi Qi. Qi Qi pouted unwillingly.
Yan Qingchi smiled and said to the little girl, "No, we want to build a snowman with our own efforts. Thank you for your help, but we have to do it ourselves. So we'll build it ourselves first. You're such a kind girl."
The little girl pursed her lips into a smile and said gently, "Then call me if you need help. I'll go and make one myself first."
"Okay."
After she left, Yan Qingchi looked back at Qi Qi and winked at him.
Qi Qi pursed his lips and said embarrassedly, "Dad, is it okay for me to do this?"
His little hands were wearing gloves. He patted the snowball and lowered his head, somewhat blaming himself.
Yan Qingchi said softly, "No, everyone has their own thoughts. It's normal that Qi Qi doesn't want her to play with us. As long as Qi Qi is happy, it's fine."
Qi Qi was relieved to hear this. He explained, "Qi Qi hasn't built a snowman with Dad before, so she wants to build one with Dad. Next time, Qi Qi can build one with the other kids. "
Yan Qingchi hummed. "Daddy has never built a snowman with Qi Qi before, so Daddy wants to build one with Qi Qi and make a snowman that belongs to the two of us."
Qi Qi smiled and didn't say anything. He continued to build the snowman.
After a long time, they finally finished building the snowman. Yan Qingchi asked Qi Qi to stand on the other side and took a selfie with him, Qi Qi, and the snowman. He also took a few pictures of the snowman before he put away his phone. He thought that if he didn't go back now, Jiang Mochen would be worried again. So he held Qi Qi's hand and went home.
Qi Qi was still reluctant to leave the snowman. He asked, "Can't we bring it home?"
"No, the snowman will melt if we bring it home."
Qi Qi looked back at the snowman behind him every three steps. He asked reluctantly, "Can I come down and see it later?"
"Sure. We'll come down later."
"Okay." Qi said happily.
From the window upstairs, Jiang Mochen saw that the two of them had had enough fun and were finally ready to go back to the house. He heaved a sigh of relief and went to the kitchen to continue learning how to cook. It was really too worrisome. He thought that in the past, he only had to worry about one. Now, he had to worry about two, no, three. What a sweet burden.
Jiang Mochen cooked dinner that night. It was very simple. Yan Qingchi's mother made porridge with lean meat and steamed buns.
In the kitchen, Jiang Mochen called Yan Qingchi in to try the food. He said guiltily, "This is my first time cooking, so it's a little simple. The taste is average. Please bear with it."
Yan Qingchi looked at him and scooped up a spoonful of porridge. "Let me try it first."
Jiang Mochen was a little nervous. He kept staring at Yan Qingchi. "Is it … okay?"
Yan Qingchi looked at his nervous face and shook his head with emotion. "Sigh. I still remember the first time I came to this house. Aunt Zhang was cooking. You said you didn't know how to cook. At that time, I thought that you were really like a young master. I didn't expect that one day, I would actually be able to eat your cooking in this house." Yan Qingchi clicked his tongue. "You're really a father because of your son," he teased.
Jiang Mochen's expression slowly changed when he heard this. He looked at Yan Qingchi and asked in confusion, "Do you think that I'm learning how to cook because of my son? That's why I'm treating you well? "
Yan Qingchi did not expect him to ask this. She was a little confused and said, "Ah."
Jiang Mochen recalled their interactions. Indeed, it was always Aunt Zhang who cooked in the past. Yan Qingchi would occasionally cook a few dishes for them to change their tastes. However, he had never cooked before. He had never even shown any intention of cooking.
He had only started to learn how to cook after Yan Qingchi got pregnant. He had a child and it was inconvenient for him. They did not intend to let Aunt Zhang continue to stay at home, so he suggested that he cook for them. However, this was not because of the child in Yan Qingchi's stomach. It was because he felt sorry for him.
He looked at Yan Qingchi and said seriously, "Qingchi, I think you misunderstood something."
"Huh?" Yan Qingchi was puzzled.
"I didn't want to learn how to cook because you were pregnant and had a child. Of course, the trigger was after you got pregnant. However, in the final analysis, it was because you were the one who got pregnant. Although it's a little shameless to say this, there have been many people who want to have children with me ever since I became an adult. If I wanted children, then even if I liked boys, I would still have my own children now. "
Yan Qingchi did not expect Jiang Mochen to give such a serious explanation. She hurriedly said, "That's not what I meant."
"I know, but I want to make it clear. The reason why I'm worried about you and learning how to take care of you is not because I care about the child in your stomach. Of course, I care about the child very much. However, I'm more worried that you won't be feeling well during your pregnancy, so I want you to be as comfortable as possible. If one day, something really happens to you and the child, and I have to choose between the two of you, I will choose you without hesitation. Do you understand? "
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