Chapter 295 Did you find my dad? A good dad like Chenchen’s dad?

Chapter 295: Are you looking for my dad? Is he a good dad like Chenchen's dad?

Fu Zhengtu came home very early today. After returning from a business trip, he went straight to work without even having time for a proper meal with his family.

Today, he put his work aside and came home on time.

The radio station started broadcasting the news at five o'clock.

When Fu Zhengtu got home, the news had just ended, and they started playing revolutionary songs.

It wasn't until six-thirty that the children's favorite story time would start.

Dongdong wasn't interested in the news. When Xia Zhiqiu came to pick him up after work, he didn't resist and went home with her.

Uncle Mu didn't go home until after listening to the news, feeling quite regretful that he couldn't stay to listen to the stories.

They couldn't keep staying at Su Taotao's place indefinitely.

Uncle Mu thought the top priority was to convince his brother to buy a radio.

He was ready to contribute his own savings to get his brother to buy one as soon as possible.

When Dongdong got home, he also started pestering Zhang Chuncheng.

"Dad, I've forgiven you for not being able to take me to the capital or make things, but you can't even do something as simple as buying a radio, can you? Isn't that just too pathetic?"

Dongdong looked at Zhang Chuncheng with a gaze that seemed to say, "What's the use of having such a useless old dad? I might as well find a useful dad sooner or later." This made Zhang Chuncheng, who had been working overtime for days and finally came home on time to enjoy some family time, feel his heart racing.

He felt that if he couldn't even buy a radio, he might lose Dongdong's affection before long.

Seeing his son's intense gaze, Zhang Chuncheng got carried away, and he patted his chest: "It's just a radio, right? No problem, Dad will figure out a way to get one for you!"

Perhaps because Zhang Chuncheng's credibility in Dongdong's eyes had already gone bankrupt, as every time he made a promise, it never materialized, Dongdong was only half-believing.

"Really? You're not kidding this time?"

Zhang Chuncheng felt wronged. When had he ever lied?

But upon closer thought, he had promised Dongdong an oven and a sandpit, neither of which he had delivered. As for things like a stroller or a car seat, he couldn't even manage those.

He had already asked someone to carve a stamp, but it wasn't ready yet.

But at least he had made a wind chime and folded paper airplanes for Dongdong, so he wasn't entirely useless, right?

"Really, I'm not kidding. I'll buy it, I must buy it. Dad will go back to the office tomorrow and find someone to get a radio voucher!"

Dongdong tilted his little head: "Dad, if you break your promise again this time, I really can't forgive you, and I might think about switching dads like Pangpang did."

Zhang Chuncheng widened his eyes: "Who put that idea in your head? Pangpang was adopted by his previous dad, who wasn't good to him, so he changed dads.

Son, you're my biological child. You can never change dads. You'll only have me as your dad for your entire life, got it?"

"Sigh," Dongdong sighed, "Alright, I get it. But Dad, you really need to do better. Otherwise, even if I can't change dads, I might not want you anymore."

Zhang Chuncheng picked up Dongdong, his face filled with sadness as he ruffled his hair:

"Do you really think Dad is useless? Dad really isn't as amazing as Chenchen's dad."

Dongdong wrinkled his little nose, wondering if he had said something to make his dad sad. Wasn't he just telling the truth?

"Dad, you don’t have to be as awesome as Chenchen’s dad, but you’ve got to keep your promises to me, okay?"

"If you promise and then don’t follow through, it’s not about being useless—it’s about breaking trust!"

Zhang Chuncheng: "..."

He nuzzled his head against Dongdong’s belly, tickling him:

"Dad knows he messed up. From now on, if I can’t do something, I’ll just tell you straight up instead of making promises I can’t keep, okay?"

Dongdong giggled from the tickling, "I’ll trust you for now, but you better remember this, okay?"

Zhang Chuncheng: "Okay, Dad will definitely remember this time."

Xia Zhiqiu brought over dinner, shaking her head at the playful father and son:

"Alright, enough playing around—time to eat."

Dongdong and his dad washed their hands and sat down at their seats. Seeing chicken on the table, Dongdong asked Xia Zhiqiu:

"Mom, can I save the chicken leg for Pangpang?"

Xia Zhiqiu hesitated, then shook her head, "No need to save it today. Aunt Taotao’s family is having chicken tonight too. We’ll invite Pangpang over next time and give him the chicken leg then."

Dongdong nodded, "Okay, Mom."

...

Indeed, Su Taotao’s family was also having chicken that night.

Su Taotao made coconut chicken, cutting the chicken legs into small pieces so everyone could have some.

Fu Zhengtu and Fu Yuanhang were used to it—whenever they got a piece of chicken leg, they’d automatically give it to Chenchen or Su Taotao.

Tonight, with Pangpang there, everyone who got a piece of chicken leg quietly passed it to Pangpang.

Even Chenchen did the same.

Pangpang, who’d never tasted such delicious chicken before, was over the moon.

Chenchen dropped another piece of chicken leg into Pangpang’s bowl.

Pangpang covered his bowl and shook his head, "Chenchen, you eat it—I’ve had enough, no need to give me more."

Chenchen looked at Pangpang proudly, "Isn’t my mom amazing? She’s such a great cook!"

Pangpang nodded, "Yeah, Aunt Taotao’s cooking is the best! Thanks, Aunt Taotao."

"No need to thank me," Su Taotao said, adding some veggies to Pangpang’s plate. "You’ve got to eat both meat and veggies—that’s a balanced diet."

Pangpang kept nodding, "Yeah, I love everything Aunt Taotao makes!"

Pangpang was a rare kid—raised by Li Qiuju, but not spoiled at all.

After the preschool incident, everyone thought he was a troublemaker.

Turns out, he just wanted to play with Chenchen and get his attention.

Fu Zhengtu had just talked to Su Taotao in the kitchen about Li Lifeng's situation.

Regardless of whether Li Lifeng could be transferred to work at the base, he would first try to visit Fatty.

Fu Zhengtu also agreed to take Fatty to call Li Lifeng tomorrow.

As for how to communicate this matter with Fatty, Fu Zhengtu was indeed not good at it.

It should be said that Fu Zhengtu was not good at communicating with any child other than Chenchen.

"Fatty, Auntie Taotao wants to tell you something."

Fatty looked up from his bowl and stared at Su Taotao seriously: "Auntie Taotao, what do you want to say?"

Su Taotao looked into the child's pure eyes and asked him softly: "The father you had before is not your biological father—do you know what that means?"

Fatty nodded: "I understand. He’s like Uncle Chenchen and Uncle Dongdong—just an uncle—but he took me in and raised me, so I called him dad."

Su Taotao nodded: "Yes, that's right. We have found your biological father, but he’s far away and can’t come yet. He wants to call you tomorrow morning—is that okay with you?"

Fatty opened his mouth wide—the chicken fell out—and blinked at Su Taotao in confusion:

"Auntie Taotao, you found my real dad? A good dad, like Uncle Chenchen?"