Little Glutinous Rice was extremely satisfied with her father, especially when she saw Su Pingan's black backpack.
"Daddy, Daddy, what is this? Is it a gift for Little Glutinous Rice?!"
Awkward.
Su Pingan was at a loss.
This time, he decided to come back too quickly. He didn't think of buying a gift at all.
However, Su Pingan suddenly thought of something when she saw the longing and happy look in Little Glutinous Rice's eyes.
"Of course! Little Glutinous Rice is so cute. Daddy must have brought you a present.”
Even Yang Mi looked at the black backpack curiously.
Both mother and daughter stared at Su Pingan expectantly.
He opened the black backpack and took out a thick laptop. He carefully placed it on the table.
Then, he took out an ancient wooden box from the compartment of his backpack and handed it to Little Glutinous Rice.
"Come! My dear daughter, this is Daddy's gift to you.”
Little Glutinous Rice took the ordinary box curiously and opened it happily.
Inside was a red and yellow medal.
"National defense…"
"Mom, what are these words? Little Glutinous Rice doesn't recognize him?"
Little Glutinous Rice lowered her head in shame. It was obvious that she felt embarrassed in front of Su Pingan.
"National Defense Medal."
Su Pingan was the only one who stared straight at her daughter, unable to hide the shock in her eyes.
"Little Glutinous Rice, do you know this word?”
"I know him! Heavens!"
"Earth."
"Su."
"Yang."
……
……
"Our daughter is only five years old!"
"That's right! Xusui was only four years old. He should be going to kindergarten in the second half of the year. So what?”
Looking at Su Ping 'an's incredulous expression, Yang Mi felt that it was particularly strange.
Su Pingan took out a pen and wrote a lot of words on the paper. Little Glutinous Rice was able to read them all quickly and fluently.
"Little Glutinous Rice can actually recognize so many words?”
Yang Mi did not care about Su Ping 'an's surprise.
"Isn't this normal?"
This tigress!
Which child could read so many words at the age of five?
"I didn't expect our Little Glutinous Rice to be a little genius!”
Squinting her eyes, Little Glutinous Rice, who was carried by her father, seemed to be particularly pleased with the praise.
However, his hands were still firmly holding onto the medal.
Although Yang Mi was not clear about the country's medal system, such an exquisite medal definitely represented Su Ping 'an's contribution.
"Little Glutinous Rice, return the things to Daddy!”
"You too. How can you give such an important thing to a child so casually?”
"No, this is a gift from Dad.”
"If the child wants it, give it to her."
The father and daughter spoke in unison, instantly angering Yang Mi.
Since you and your daughter are of the same mind, I've become a bad person.
"Daddy, bring Little Glutinous Rice up."
Su Pingan hung the exquisite medal on Little Glutinous Rice's clothes.
The National Defense Medal was awarded to those who had made outstanding contributions to the maintenance of national sovereignty, security, and development interests, and to the advancement of national defense and the military's modernisation.
Although Su Pingan did not have a military rank, one of his research inventions had improved the combat capability of the national air force system.
This medal was well-deserved.
"I want to sleep with Daddy today!"
Five-year-old Little Glutinous Rice had already started to try sleeping alone in the small bed.
But today, after washing up, she hugged Su Pingan tightly.
She cried and made a fuss just to stick to her father.
Su Ping 'an picked up her daughter and felt the alluring fragrance coming from Yang Mi's body. Her expression became more and more depressed.
However, he really couldn't refuse his daughter's request.
He could only beg his wife with his eyes to think of a way.
"Little Glutinous Rice is a good baby. Let Daddy tell you a story tonight, and then we'll bravely sleep on the small bed, okay…"
Under the temptation of her father's story, Little Glutinous Rice struggled for a long time. Then, she kicked her calves and lay on her own small bed.
His round eyes stared at Su Pingan without blinking.
"Hurry up and tell your daughter a story.”
He gave a sincere thumbs up and couldn't help but kiss Yang Mi's beautiful face again.
"Honey, wait for me!"
"What kind of stories does our Little Glutinous Rice like to listen to?”
"Daddy will tell you that a grandfather will definitely have a way. Do you like it?”
"When Joseph was still a child…"
"Daddy, what's a doll? And what is Joseph?"
Little Glutinous Rice's mind was always filled with all kinds of question marks. She would ask her father in confusion for a while, and then listen attentively for a while.
Yang Mi looked at the father and daughter blissfully, but suddenly, she received a message on her phone that made her mood extremely bad.
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