HOUSE DAD'S LITERARY LIFE

Chapter 98



Chapter 98 - Yang Yi Wants To Show His Skills

“Wait a minute, wait a minute, you have to put on this hat first!”

Yang Yi did a lot of preparations for Xixi’s birthday. After all, this was also his first time to hold a birthday party. He also went online to look for some examples and learned how to decorate himself. At this moment, he seemed to think of something, hurriedly ran to a nearby basket and picked up some hats.

“Xixi must have this!” In Yang Yi's right hand was the tiara he bought when he went shopping with Xixi that day. Although it was a bargain-price goods, it was sparkling and crystal-clear under the light. It looked like a real princess crown.

“Mama, does Xixi look beautiful?” Xixi smiled sweetly, letting her father help put the tiara in her head. She dared not move her neck and could only turn her body.

“Very beautiful! My little princess! By the way, Yang Yi, I think we can take a picture here! Keep it as a souvenir.” Mo Fei patted Yang Yi on the arm and said intimately.

“Yes, but wait a minute!” Yang Yi was holding two conical hats in his left hand. He first wore one by himself, and then gesturedto Mo Fei.

“I don’t want to wear it!” Mo Fei stepped back funnily and waved her hand again and again.

“That won't do. It's Xixi’s birthday, we all have to wear it!” Yang Yi blocked Mo Fei in front of the bar, leaving her with no way out.

Then he personally helped Mo Fei put it on, and slid the string under Mo Fei’s chin. During this process, it was unavoidable that there would be skin to skin contact. Yang Yi's fingertips brushed across Mo Fei’s chin. He felt the delicate texture of her skin, and looked at her blushing cheeks.

Her beauty was picturesque. He stared at her foolishly and forgot to take his fingers back.

Mo Fei was also foolishly leaning against the bar, looking up at Yang Yi. So close, Mo Fei almost felt Yang Yi’s breath. So close, Mo Fei could almost feel the heat in Yang Yi’s eyes. So close, Mo Fei also forgot to avoid, looking hazily at Yang Yi’s tough and chiseled face.

“Why aren’t you ready yet? I’m tired of waiting!” Xixi's voice interrupted the ambiguous moment.

Mo Fei reacted first. She pushed away Yang Yi with a red face and walked towards Xixi, pretending that nothing had happened.

Yang Yi also shook his head and smiled. He also pretended that nothing happened, went to the side, picked up the SLR camera he had bought before, and said aloud, “Xixi, Papa is going to take pictures!”

He took several photos, including a single photo of Xixi holding the never-changing “peace” sign, as well as a photo of Xixi and Mo Fei together.

“Yang Yi, come and let's have a picture together! Use the timer!” Mo Fei had a good time with Xixi just now, and now she waved to Yang Yi with a smile.

“Me too? No need.” Yang Yi scratched his head. “I’m going to take a picture of you!”

In fact, he was reluctant to be photograph. His old thinking[1] made him think that as long as he was photograph, it was easy to leave traces to his opponent, and it would be easier for others to track him.

However, it seemed that there was no need to worry about this problem now. After all, his identity was no longer an assassin, but an ordinary person.

“Come here!” Mo Fei said angrily, “You are the father, how can you say no? Come on, let’s take a group photo with our family of three!”

“Our family of three”, these words emerged unbidden from Mo Fei's mouth. When she finished speaking, she realized what she had said and immediately flushed red.

However, this was true. Xixi was four years old, and the three of them haven't had a group photo yet!

Yang Yi didn't insist any more. He adjusted the camera's timing, and then ran over. With Mo Fei on the left and him on the right, hugging the little girl with a bright smile in the middle.

“Click!” The picture was taken. Everyone has a smile on their face. Even Yang Yi and Mo Fei smiled naturally. They hoped that this happiness would last forever…

There were also foods on the bar. There were not only fruits that were well washed, but also baked snacks that was made by Yang Yi himself. When Yang Yi was fiddling with the camera and preparing to record videos on a tripod, Mo Fei took the hand of the little princess of today’s birthday and came to have a taste.

“Let's try this cookie.” Mo Fei picked one up, put it on her mouth and took a small bite.

She always ate gracefully. Taking a small bite and keeping her left hand under her chin in case something fell out.

“Oh, it’s delicious!” Mo Fei liked Yang Yi’s craftsmanship very much. This cookie was not only exquisitely made, but it was also not inferior than that those in a cake shop. It was crispy and sweet, and the flavor and taste were just right! Moreover, she liked the cranberries mixed in very much, which was a little sour and delicious!

“I want it, too!” Xixi was anxious. She couldn’t reach it unless she climbed onto the chair, but Yang Yi moved the chairs away in order to decorate the bar.

Mo Fei smiled, handed one to the little girl and said, “You can’t eat too much. There’s something more delicious to eat later. If you are full, you will regret it!”

“Something more delicious?” Xixi has been eating with relish, with a great appetite, but when she heard what her mother said, she hesitated to finish the cookie.

Of course, Yang Yi didn't only made cranberry cookies, but also colorful glutinous rice cakes.

This glutinous rice cake was very interesting. The green one was mixed with green tea powder, the pink one was strawberry flavor, and the yellow one was mango flavor. Of course, it was all filled with red bean paste. There was also a white one with a heart shaped purple filling inside - purple sweet potato filling[2]!

While Mo Fei and Xixi were tasting the snacks, Yang Yi came over with a guitar. He pretended to adjust the microphone and the stand: “Ahem, ahem, hello, hello!”

Mo Fei has seen the guitar hanging in Yang Yi’s study upstairs. Brown Beetle[3]. she knew that the guitar was expensive, and she also knew that it was left by the original landlord. She had always thought that the BB guitar in Yang Yi’s place was like a bright pearl thrown into darkness[4], but she had a better one, so she didn’t envy Yang Yi for it.

“What are you going to do?” Mo Fei looked at Yang Yi funnily. She didn’t know that Yang Yi could play the guitar. Looking at Yang Yi clumsily carrying the guitar, she laughed heartily.

“This, I want to sing a song to Xixi!” Yang Yi said solemnly.

“Yes, yes!” Xixi clapped her hands happily. She was so happy today. Her father and mother had prepared a birthday party for her, and her father still wanted to sing a song for her.

In fact, Xixi was not as surprised as her mother, because Yang Yi has sang “Let it go” in front of Xixi, so Xixi was still looking forward to it!

Mo Fei was also a little curious. She wanted to know what song Yang Yi, who once knew nothing about music and didn’t bother to understand it, could sing. And he could still play the guitar!

“Did he learn how to play the guitar?” Mo Fei thought.

“Then I’ll start!” Yang Yi put the microphone back on the stand and solemnly began to pluck the guitar strings.

“5 · 565, 17 …” A light and simple rhythm sounded.

Mo Fei looked at Yang Yi’s right hand chord finger placement and found that it was still a little stiff. But it was enough for this simple repetitive melody with only a few variations.

But his left-hand string plucking wasn't bad. He has really learned it!

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TN: Shout out to Benjamin M. Thank you for your support.

[1] Old thinking - Assassin's way of thinking. He used to be an assassin in his previous life.

[2] The heart shaped purple filling is purple sweet potato filling

[3] Brand of the guitar

[4] A bright place thrown into darkness – a valuable thing gained by a person who doesn’t know it at all.

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