The two of them had a fun time, and before they knew it, it was half past five.

Xinxin, who was still alive and jumping a little while ago, suddenly lost her strength, which scared Shen Chong so much that she was so scared that she was so angry.

"Dad, Xinxin is hungry."

When the baby daughter took the initiative to tell the reason, Shen Chongcai wanted to hammer his head.

Even if you are a daughter who doesn’t know the time, then your father is also making trouble.

Children do not eat like adults. On the one hand, they need regular time, and on the other hand, they consume quickly when they grow up.

After she came, she had never stopped, didn't even drink saliva, and didn't eat anything. At this moment, she should have consumed all the food she had eaten for lunch.

"Xinxin, you drink a sip of water first, and then watch cartoons on the bed. Dad goes to cook for you and you will be able to have dinner soon, okay?"

"Dad can cook by himself! Is he a master of cooking? Mom never cooks."

Xinxin became excited again.

Shen Chong smiled proudly, "That's right, dad is a master of cooking!"

This is his specialty.

Fats all have a common characteristic, they are all very greedy.

A mediocre fat man can satisfy him by relying on others to feed him.

Top fat people are often self-reliant because they have tasted and tasted.

The taste of MSG in the restaurant is just chewing wood in the mouth of the top fat man, not so good.

As a top fat guy, Shen Chong is not active in the external reason for gaining weight, and the internal reason is that the dishes he cooks are too delicious and fattenes.

So he said that he was a master of cooking, and he was really not bragging. At least the level of ten athletes Shen Chong was not enough for him to get between his teeth.

However, the ingredients left by athlete Shen Chong are quite rich, with lean meat, potatoes, celery, lettuce, and eggs all alive.

The ingredients are very fresh, they were just bought last night.

When buying these vegetables, that dull predecessor probably had fantasized about the scene of eating the dishes he made by himself more than once?

After all, every time I used to meet outside for a short time, it was the first time that Xinxin had lived in her house.

But now he can no longer feel this sense of happiness that belongs only to his father.

Brother, go with peace of mind.

I have died once, and I will cherish this life well.

At least in terms of cooking skills, I’ll make you more than eight streets!

I don’t know much about Xinxin’s taste, so I make fried shredded pork with potatoes, fried lettuce tips, and then make a steamed egg.

However, Xinxin said that her mother never cooks, which is normal, she is a strong woman.

Although I haven't learned about Lin Zhishu's life, I should be a busy person.

But this is too unfair to the children. They are all five years old. Have you really never eaten the dishes made by their mother?

Then will you lack important memories when you grow up?

hiss!

He gasped.

When cutting potato shreds, his mind was a little distracted. Master Shen Chong made a low-level mistake and cut it into the index finger of his left hand with one-size-fits-all approach.

Fortunately, he put the knife in time, otherwise his fingers would have disappeared, but he still drew a cut of one centimeter long and two or three millimeters deep on his fingertips.

The blood beads then emerged from the hole, and in the blink of an eye it turned into the size of a mung bean, and then it was about to flow down along the fingertips.

Shen Chong quickly took his hand away and couldn't remove the blood from the potato shreds.

Xinxin, who was watching TV over there, heard the sound of Shen Chong's inhalation, stood up from the bed, stretched her neck and looked here, and saw Shen Chong's bloody fingertips at a glance.

"Ah! Dad, you are injured!"

The baby girl quickly threw the remote control board onto the bed, and didn't even bother to wear shoes. She ran over barefoot with her barefoot, which was even more anxious than the wounded.

She reached out and wanted to grab Shen Chong's hand.

Shen Chong quickly took his hand away, otherwise the blood would have to throw it on her beautiful clothes.

"It's okay, it's okay, there's a small wound, just put a band-aid on my dad. Be careful of the kitchen knife and be careful of the clothes. Xinxin, go and put on your shoes first, don't get cold to your feet."

Shen Chong carried his left hand and headed to the bed.

As a retired fighting player who maintains high-intensity training, his regular sports injury medicines are quite neat.

Open the bedside table, and the disinfectant water, Yunnan Baiyao, gauze and band-aids are arranged neatly.

Xinxin was still not wearing shoes. Shen Chong was taking medicine with one hand, while she sat by the bed and stared at her hands with her heart wide and her eyes wide. She was so nervous.

She kept asking, "Dad, does it hurt? Otherwise, let's go to the hospital. Aunt Jiang said that the doctors in the hospital are the most powerful and can cure any disease."

Shen Chong unscrewed the disinfectant with one hand and wiped it with a cotton swab. It felt a bit painful, but it was so exciting when Xinxin said.

"It's okay. My dad has suffered many times more serious injuries than this before, and it's OK."

As a result, he was fucked again.

The baby girl started to cry with pain, "You have shed a lot of blood, and it is many times more serious. How painful it is."

My daughters are all made of water!

How big are your tears? Are you going to shed?

Shen Chong simply wanted to seal his broken mouth with tape. My reverse coaxing skill is probably going to heaven.

He quickly applied white medicine powder to himself. Within thirty seconds of the medicine powder, the bleeding quickly stopped completely.

Stop bleeding so quickly?

The effect of Baiyao in this world is so strong?

There is no such magical effect in my memory!

He was surprised, and he was not idle in his mouth, "Xinxin, look, dad is not bleeding anymore. Then put the Band-Aid on, and it will be fine in a few days."

Xinxin glared at me and found that she was not bleeding anymore, "Really, Dad didn't lie to me, it's so amazing!"

Shen Chong smiled and took out the band-aid from the side. He was about to tear the rubber with his left ring finger, but Xinxin next to him said excitedly: "Dad, Dad, I'll help you with it."

Seeing her intriguing look, Shen Chong simply gave her the Band-Aid and taught her: "First tear the rubber on one side, and then aim the part of the middle of the hand at the wound."

"Hey, that's it! Hey? Why are you tearing both sides together? Forget it, be careful when you move, don't touch it. Oh, it's already touching it."

Xinxin, who was only five years old, was a little clumsy. Shen Chong's reminder was useless, so she decisively stuck the rubber of the Band-Aid together.

But anyway, the bleeding has stopped anyway, so Shen Chong is not in a hurry.

She whipped for almost a minute before tearing it apart again, and slowly sent the band-aid to Shen Chong's fingertips with her hands.

As a result, her hand shook, and the adhesive part stuck directly to Shen Chong's wound with white medicine powder.

The poor girl was about to cry again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Chong hid his left hand behind and took out a Band-Aid with his right hand again, "Xinxin, don't cry, it's okay, dad doesn't hurt, let's put it again. But be careful this time."

"Well! I must be careful this time!"

After Xinxin teared her aside again, Shen Chong pulled off the band-aid that had been damaged behind her.

Strangely, he thought that such a toss would hurt, and even the wound would bleed again, but he didn't feel anything at all.

When he took out his left index finger again, he and Xinxin, who was holding the band-aid, were stunned.

"Dad, where is your wound? Did you hurt this finger just now?"

Shen Chong was still stunned, but Xinxin asked first.

Shen Chong narrowed his eyes hard, put his left index finger in front of him carefully, and even rubbed off a small pinch of white medicine powder that was still stuck on it with his right hand.

Hell.

The index finger of the left hand is as intact as before, with no wounds at all, and no traces of scabs!

If it weren't for the fact that there was still some undry blood in the cracks of his nails, he would even think that his previous injury was an hallucination!

What's wrong with this?

The wound was just cut so deep, how many minutes have passed?

Even if it really heals, it should be a scar, right?

Is Baiyao powder so amazing?

The golden sore medicine in martial arts novels is not so exaggerated, right?

He didn't believe in evil, rubbed the left thumb hard on his left hand and the area where he was injured before, and he really didn't feel anything.

Tick ​​your head.

"Hahahahahaha. Xinxin, dad wasn't actually injured. I was just using magic for you and joking with you. Hahaha."
To be continued...