Chapter 20: Dad and daughter have a happy day

　　 Jia Jia is very clever and sensible, staring into her eyes as if a nebula has fallen inside.
　　 After visiting his former home from a distance, he went to see the restaurant that Xiao Yan once lost.
　　 So far, Xiao Yan hasn’t figured it out, why did he lose so badly?
　　 Of course, he will crush his last straw tea shop.
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　　 He wanted to go back to his former home, but he didn't want to go back at all in the restaurant and the milk tea shop he used to. The feeling of losing money every day like guarding a cage is simply Xiao Yan's dark history.
　　 "Dad, I want to play with that."
Jiajia and Xiao Yan came to the prosperous street of the small town. Here is the doorway where various dolls are placed, forming a particularly beautiful shape, attracting many children to come and take pictures, but inside are various claw machines , And various game consoles, etc., which are very large inside, and there are many places to spend money to play.
　　 It is rare to be happy today.
　　 "Okay, Jiajia, today we play for 100 yuan."
　　 "One hundred yuan is too much, we play 50 yuan, I must catch the doll."
　　 Xiao Yan touched Jiajia's head moved, and then went in to play, of course, the end result was that nothing was caught, which was a bit difficult. Xiao Yan remembered that Nalan Yanran played this very well, but he couldn't.
　　 But I took a lot of beautiful photos.
Jiajia clamored to watch. When she left, the girl stopped talking, and finally after Xiao Yan's questioning, Jiajia whispered: "Can you send me the happiest photo of me smiling? Me? I want my mother to know that Jiajia had a great time today."
　　 The drunk man's intention is not to drink, it is clearly to let her mother know that Jiajia missed her.
　　 "Okay, yes, I will send it to her at night."
　　 "Forget it, I'll send it to her now..." Now Nalan Yanran is a small internet celebrity, she may be busy at night, and she said she wants to live broadcast to earn money.
　　 Xiao Yan sent Nalan Yanran, maybe out of a little selfishness, Xiao Yan sent the happiest picture of himself and Jiajia.
　　 then waited for the reply from the ex-wife, honestly, there was still some tension.
　　 When there was no divorce before, his wife sent a message to go home, and Xiao Yan worked overtime in the restaurant. Seeing the text messages from his ex-wife, he didn't feel at all, even a little annoying.
　　 Sure enough, people are very cheap, and it is not until they lose that they understand how beautiful things are.
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　　 Came to the 7th floor of the big supermarket. This is a place to watch the movie theater and also a place to eat. Xiao Yan used the remaining 50 yuan to bake a lot of delicious food. Jiajia took his father's phone and clamored to take pictures.
　　 Xiao Yan said helplessly: "Jiajia, what we eat is not a big meal, and barbecue is junk food. Even if these are taken, send it to your mother...she won't be happy after seeing it."
　　 Jiajia took a sip of milk tea, shook her short legs, tilted her head and said, "All right."
　　 After a while, the phone rang, and Jiajia immediately became happy.
　　 "Dad, it's my mother who sent a text message."
　　 Jia Jia doesn’t recognize too many Chinese characters. She squats and said:
I’m so happy to see my daughter...Wow! Mom also sent me a red envelope.

　　 Xiao Yan immediately stopped and said: "Don't take it."
　　 But Jiajia still ordered. "500 yuan, father and mother sent us 500 yuan."
　　 "Give me the phone."
　　 Xiao Yan saw that it was really true. He immediately sent back the 500 yuan red envelope.
　　【What do you mean? I just show you that Jiajia had a great time today, not begging, asking you for money. 】
　　 Nalan Yanran immediately replied: [Don't be careful, I gave my daughter the 500 yuan. You can buy her some nutritious and delicious food, don't eat those junk food. 】
　　 Xiao Yan just saw it, and it turned out that this girl had just posted a short video of the barbecue.
　　 At this time, Jiajia knew that she was wrong. Seeing her father's serious eyes, she shrank her neck and her eyes were timid.