House Dad’s Literary Life

Coffee is beautiful? Mo Fei was unheard of. After she closed her tail, she stood up from the stool.

“This cup of coffee is specially for you.” Yang Yi holds a tray in her hand and points to the coffee that has been placed on the small table.

Mo Fei At first glance, in the white smooth coffee cup, the light brown coffee is about to overflow, and the more eye-catching is the milk foam floating above, layered on top of each other, like the ripples of the lake, but it is condensed. Beautiful heart shape!

A big heart, almost filled the coffee cup full to the brim!

“How did this come about!” Mo Fei was the first time I saw coffee and could play like this. It seems that no one in the world really thought about using milk foam to play tricks on coffee!

“It’s milk that makes milk foam, then…” Yang Yi explained, and he still gestured with both hands. He didn’t know that Mo Fei didn’t care about the process of making it. She just asked for a surprise.

However, Xixi was very supportive. Little girl held her bottle in her arms and forgot to drink. Two big eyes looked at Dad with admiration and couldn’t help but marvel: “Amazing!”

Mo Fei snorted and looked at Yang Yi seriously. He was happy but unwilling to admit it. He said: “There are so many tricks, not too nauseating! Oh, I don’t converge in front of Xixi, I don’t think so. I am so happy!”

“I want to drink too, Papa, can you drink a little more for Xixi? Just drink a little!” Xixi looked at such a good-looking coffee, and thought about it again. She was good-looking and forgot about the coffee before. The bitterness!

“Ask your mother! This cup of coffee belongs to your mother!” Yang Yi smiled and shook her daughter’s eyebrows.

Mo Fei is actually quite unwilling, the heart is like art, where is it to be destroyed?

“I haven’t had a bite yet!” Mo Fei whispered, only Yang Yi could hear it.

But where is Mo Fei the kind of selfish mother? I saw that she hesitated, but still could not stand the pitiful little eyes of her daughter, and the small appearance of the small table pleading, she reached out and moved the coffee cup to her daughter.

“Well, you can only taste it! Children can’t drink coffee,” Mo Fei said.

“Hey, let’s taste it!” Xixi smiled and she stretched out her slender index finger, playfully slashing.

However, Xixi had a small mouth and took a sip on the edge of the cup. Suddenly, the little girl’s brow smashed again.

“Oh…not good! It’s hard…” Xixi’s mouth was still covered with milk foam, as if it had a white beard, it was funny, especially with a bitter face, little girl, poor and funny. I have to tease Yang Yi and Mo Fei.

This cup of Cappuccino is actually not particularly bitter. After all, Yang Yi added milk and added sugar, according to Mo Fei’s taste! But who made Xixi a painful experience of drinking original taste coffee before? The bitter taste that bloomed on the tongue awakened the memory of the time…

Xixi disregarded the distance from the coffee. When Dad gave her a paper towel to wipe her mouth, she said to her father: “I don’t drink coffee anymore, Papa is really bad, cheating Xixi!humph humph!”

“It’s obviously you want to drink!” Yang Yi wants to pinch the nose of the little girl who is owed to her father, and she dexterously avoids it, then smiles while drinking her sweet milk.

Xixi didn’t drink coffee, but she took a sip, but it destroyed the shape of the original milk foam, the heart was twisted, and there was a sharpening.

Mo Fei looked helpless, but couldn’t complain about her daughter!

However, the coffee is still very good, Mo Fei took a sip, the thick milk taste dilutes the bitterness of the coffee, and the aftertaste seems to have some sweetness immersed in the heart.

Xixi ran to play, Yang Yi turned his head and looked at Mo Fei. He smiled and said, “How? Is it delicious?”

Mo Fei did not deliberately depreciate, she gently nodded and said: “Good, add some milk and then slumber.”

“The next time I will give you milk!” Yang Yi remembered the small notes in his heart.

……

“Which of these twelve songs do you like the most?”

Between the two people, it was better to talk about music. Yang Yi stood on the side of the shelf and listened to Mo Fei playing piano. They both chatted without a ride.

“Which one do you like the most?” Mo Fei asked.

Yang Yi scratched his head and pretended not to care very much: “«You Exist in My Song».”

Of course, I like this one most, which is in line with his experience with Mo Fei’s!

“It’s this one! Then guess what I like the most?” Mo Fei asked.

“唔…«You Exist in My Song» ?” Yang Yi said with full expectation.

“I said that I actually, do you still think that I like this song most?” Mo Fei shouted, and turned to look at Yang Yi’s eyes, as if to say: Are you an idiot?

Because I knew that “Mu Li’ang” wrote songs for people he liked, Mo Fei didn’t go to himself and Yang Yi’s story.

Yang Yi is still somewhat lost. He also hopes that Mo Fei likes the song he deliberately picks out for her!

“My favorite is the one «Xiao Yao Sighs»!” Mo Fei gave an unexpected answer to Yang Yi. (Note 1)

“«Xiao Yao Sighs»? You really like this song? Is this song not a bit challenging for you?” Yang Yi asked in surprise.

Yes, this song is basically similar to poetry, long lyrics, rhyming sentences, and simple and clear melody. Even those who don’t know the singing skills can sing this song very much. Nice to hear !

“Because the lyrics of this song are well written!” Mo Fei said with emotion, “I have never seen such antique lyrics. Yes, you told me what Chinese style!”

“Look at this sentence, ‘self-deprecating ink, full of emotions, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow Mo Fei said a little more.

That said, it makes sense!

The reason why Yang Yi likes this song is that his lyrics are well written, and it seems that he can see the fluttering white snow, interpreting a period of love and hatred, but being flooded by time.

“I prefer this kind of melody to the songs that sing emotionally with skill, but the lyrics are profound songs!” Mo Fei said, she was also interested to prepare to play a song and sing to Yang Yi. .

But at this time, Xixi ran over and cried, “Papa, Papa! There is a strange grandfather at the door!”

(Note 1, «Xiao Yao Sighs» The original singer is Hu Ge, but the female version is quite nice to hear. If you are interested, you can go to the cloud music to search for Xu Wei’s version.)