House Dad's Literary Life

Chapter 149

Chapter 149 – Which Song Do You Like Best

The coffee is beautiful? Mo Fei had never heard of it. After she finished, she stood up from the stool.

“This cup of coffee is specially made for you.” Yang Yi took the tray in his hand, pointed to the coffee that had been placed on the small table, and said with a smile.

Mo Fei saw that in the white smooth coffee cup, the light brown coffee was about to overflow. What was more eye-catching was the floating milk froth, layered on top of it, like waves rippling on the lake, but it actually formed a beautiful heart shape!

A very big heart, almost filling up the coffee cups to the brim!

“How did you do this?” This was the first time Mo Fei has ever seen a coffee like this. It seemed that no one in the world has ever thought of doing this trick on coffee with milk froth.

“It’s the milk frothing, and then…” Yang Yi explained, gesturing with both hands. He didn’t know that Mo Fei didn’t really care about the production process, she just asked in surprise.

However, Xixi was full of admiration. The little girl held the bottle in her hands and forgot to drink it. Her two big eyes looked at her father admiringly and could not help exclaiming, “That’s amazing!”

Mo Fei pursed her lips and looked at Yang Yi’s serious appearance. She was happy but she didn’t want to admit it. She murmured secretly, “There are so many tricks, but they are not too sappy! Ah, I still feel a little embarrass if I don’t restrain myself in front of Xixi!”

“I really want to drink it, too, Papa. Can you give Xixi a little, too? Just a little bit!” Looking at such a beautiful coffee, Xixi’s mind moved again. Because of how beautiful it was, she had forgotten the bitterness of drinking coffee before!

“Ask your mother! This cup of coffee belongs to your mother!” Yang Yi smiled and raised his eyebrows in motion at his daughter.

Mo Fei was actually quite reluctant. That heart was like a work of art. How could she be willing to destroy it?

“I haven’t even had a sip yet!” Mo Fei murmured in a low voice, that only Yang Yi could hear her.

But was Mo Fei a selfish type of mother? She hesitated for a moment, but still could not stand her daughter’s pitiful little eyes and the little appearance of grabbing the small table to beg. She reached out and moved the coffee cup to her daughter.

“Okay, but just a taste! Children can’t drink coffee.” Mo Fei said.

“Hee hee, then I’ll have a taste!” Xixi smiled. She stretched out her slender index finger and gestured playfully.

However, when Xixi leaned over her small mouth and took a sip on the edge of the cup, the little girl suddenly knitted her eyebrows.

“Eii… It doesn’t taste good! It’s bitter…” Xixi still has milk froth on the top of her mouth, as if she had a white beard. It was very funny, especially with her bitter little face. The little girl’s pitiful and funny appearance made Yang Yi and Mo Fei amused.

In fact, this cappuccino wasn’t particularly bitter, after all, Yang Yi added milk and sugar, according to Mo Fei’s taste! But who let Xixi have a painful experience of drinking plain coffee before? The bitter taste that bloomed on her tongue awakened the memory at that time.

Xixi distanced herself from the coffee. When her father wiped her mouth with a paper towel, she said to her father, “I will never drink coffee again, Papa is so bad, deceive Xixi! Hmph!”

“It was you who wanted to drink it!” Yang Yi wanted to pinch the nose of the little girl who refuted her father. But she cleverly avoided it, and then smiled while drinking her sweet milk.

Xixi didn’t drink the coffee, but she took a sip. It destroyed the original shape of the milk froth. The heart became crooked, and there was another pointed part.

Mo Fei looks helpless, but she couldn’t complain about her daughter.

However, the coffee was still delicious. Mo Fei took a sip. The strong milk flavor diluted the bitterness of the coffee, the aftertaste seemed to have some sweetness in the heart.

When Xixi ran to play by herself, Yang Yi turned his head, looked at Mo Fei, and asked with a smile, “How is it? Is it good?”

Mo Fei didn’t deliberately belittle him. She nodded gently and said, “It tastes good. It tastes better with milk.”

“Then I’ll add milk next time!” Yang Yi took small notes in his mind.

…….

“Which of these twelve songs do you like best?”

Between the two, the best thing to talk about was music. Yang Yi stood leaning on the side of the shelf, contentedly listening to Mo Fei playing the piano. The two were also chatting with each other.

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

Yang Yi scratched his head, pretending not to care very much and said, “You Exist In My Song.”

Of course, he liked this song the most. It fits his experience with Mo Fei!

“Surprisingly, it’s that one! Then which one do you think I like best?” Mo Fei then asked.

“Um… ‘You Exist In My Song’?” Yang Yi said expectantly.

“I told you I was surprised. Do you still think I like that song best?” Mo Fei said angrily, then turned to look at Yang Yi’s eyes as if to say: Are you an idiot?

Knowing that “Mu Li’ang” wrote the song for the person he likes, Mo Fei didn’t even relate it to her and Yang Yi’s story at all.

Yang Yi was still a little frustrated. He hoped Mo Fei liked the song he deliberately picked out for her best!

“What I like best is the song ‘Free And Unfettered Sign’!” Mo Fei gave Yang Yi an unexpected answer. (Note 1).

“’Free And Unfettered Sigh’? You like this song? Isn’t this song not challenging for you?” Yang Yi asked in surprise.

Yes, this song was basically the same as reading a poem, with long lyrics, rhyming sentences, and a smooth, simple and clear melody. Even those who didn’t know any singing skills could sing this song very well!

“Because the lyrics of this song are well written!” Mo Fei sighed, “I’ve never seen such interesting and appealing lyrics. Yes, you told me what Chinese style it was!”

“Look at these lines ‘Words of sarcasm without much ink, all feelings are the sorrows of a hero/The song has ended and the crowd is gone, the side of the hair are white and the face has faded’. Isn’t it written beautifully? That kind of light sentiment is contained in a free and unfettered sigh.” Mo Fei said somewhat genteelly!

That makes sense.

The reason why Yang Yi liked this song was that he thought that its lyrics were well written. Listening to it, he seemed to be able to see the drifting snow, performing a period of love and hatred between rivers and lakes, but was drowned by time.1

“Compared to songs that use techniques to sing out emotions, I prefer this king of song with plain melody, but with profound meaning in the lyrics!” Mo Fei said. She also planned to play a song and sing it to Yang Yi with great interest.

But just then, Xixi ran over and shouted, “Papa, Papa! There is a strange grandpa at the door!”