Immortal Becomes a Stay-at-home Dad After Return

Chapter 91

Chen Xi quietly tidied up the house.

There are all kinds of bills in the drawer under the TV. The receipts for electricity, water and gas are all on the ground now.

There are many documents, some of which have even begun to turn yellow.

Chen Xi picked up one of them and looked at it. She found that the payment time on it was six years ago.

He had not left at that time.

Man is a nostalgic creature.

So even if these documents had no meaning for a long time, Chen Xi picked them up one by one, folded them and put them back in the drawer.

In fact, there is nothing valuable in his family. What is really valuable

It's Chen Xi's memory.

The master bedroom is even more messy, and the clothes in the wardrobe are thrown everywhere.

Chen Xi picked up the clothes one by one and hung them up again.

In this pile of colorful clothes, in addition to his old clothes, there are only little guy's children's clothes.

As for Yingying's clothes, there is none.

After tidying up the wardrobe, Chen Xi paved the bed that had been lifted to the ground again, and then moved the bedside table that had been moved aside by Ba song back to its original position.

While sorting out the bedside table, Chen Xi was suddenly stunned.

Because he saw the document.

Tiffany & Co., returnotiffany collection.

The moral is not to forget the original heart.

Consumption amount, 1450 yuan.

One year he secretly bought it for Yingying on Valentine's day.

Chen Xi still remembers the expression of Yingying when she received the necklace.

After all, 1450 yuan was enough for him to live for two months.

It was a wordless and happy expression.

It's sweet.

However, although Yingying was very happy at that time, he still repeatedly asked him not to buy such valuable gifts in the future.

So since then, he has never bought any valuable gifts.

While recalling the past, Chen Xi picked up the box originally used to hold the necklace from the bedside table.

The box is empty.

After thinking about it, he put the documents in and reluctantly closed the drawer.

Almost was copied home, two bastards in the rummage, also set off a lot of dust.

So after cleaning up the room, Chen Xi took a broom and mop and cleaned every room carefully.

Then he gently carried the little guy from the sofa to the bed.

The little guy's quilt is still from the hotel, but now it's obviously taken by him impolitely

The big cat went out to work for a long time. It was about dawn that it finally turned back from the window.

At this time, the big cat had already shrunk back to the size of the little cat.

So as soon as he got home, he wanted to get into the little guy's quilt.

However, the big cat had just jumped into bed, but Chen Xi suddenly kicked it down again.

"Go take a bath."

"Meow!!!"

Hearing the speech, the big cat immediately meowed angrily.

But there's no way.

In this family, Niannian's eldest brother, Chen Xi's second, his third

Therefore, after hearing Chen Xi's words, he had to shrug his head and ran to the bathroom reluctantly.

This guy can't be a thief. Now he can even play with a touch-screen mobile phone, let alone take a bath by himself.

So after a while, there was a clatter of running water in the bathroom.

……

The next day.

Because of the effect of the calming heart mantra, the little guy slept very heavily. He didn't wake up until the sun dried his ass.

The sun was so shining that she couldn't open her eyes, so after rubbing her eyes, she narrowed her eyes, raised her small hand and stretched a big stretch.

"Baba! Baba! "

Calling dad is always the first thing a little guy wakes up.

Chen Xi came with an iron spoon and pinched her little face. Then she smiled and said, "Dad is cooking porridge for you. Wait a minute and come right away."

With that, Chen Xi ran into the kitchen like another gust of wind.

Porridge does not leave the fire. Add water and rice at one go to achieve the degree of blending rice and water and being as soft and greasy as one.

Chen Xi's cooking is comparable to that of a hotel chef, so he has a lot of attention when cooking.

He took the spoon and stirred it until the porridge in the casserole became a little crispy. Then he nodded with satisfaction.

Then he turned off the fire, put down the iron spoon, ran back to the bedroom, held the little guy and walked towards the bathroom.

"How's it going? Did you sleep well last night? "