Estre Berrocal sat in Adán Rouco’s arms for a long time, her upper and lower eyelids fighting.


    Adán Rouco takes her in his arms and carries her to the bedroom.


    Estre Berrocales to and unconsciously puts her arms around his neck: “No more work?”.


    “It’ste, go to bed.”


    Estre Berrocal was still thinking about picking up Paulita and threw her arms around his neck. “Why don’t you stop by the daycare tomorrow after work and pick up Paulita?”.


    “Pick her up and have you still stay with me for the night?”.


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal blushed and punched him lightly on the shoulder with a closed fist. “What kind of person gets jealous with her own daughter.”


    Adán Rouco did not answer and Estre Berrocal thought in a daze that it did not look like Adán Rouco was going to pick up Paulita.


    …


    The following afternoon, Adán Rouco’s car returned.


    Estre Berrocal was still upstairs painting when she heard a little milky voice from downstairs.


    “Star, Star, I’ming! Where is everybody?”


    Estre Berrocal’s eyes lit up and she dropped her watercolors and hurried downstairs, where she saw Paulita, dressed like a bun with her little backpack.


    The little girl growled, “How cruel you and daddy are, living here and not evening back to see me.”


    Estre Berrocal smiled and walked over to her, listening to the bollito de leche’s whimpers as she took the school bag off her back, touched her little face and asked, “Are you cold?”


    “No, I’m not cold! Grandpa makes Felipa put so many clothes on me every day, I’m hot as hell!”.


    The heat was turned on and Estre Berrocal took theforter off the little girl and reced it with yellow duck slippers.


    Next, Adán Rouco also entered the house.


    As Estre Berrocal brought him the slippers, he couldn’t help but ask, “I thought you said yesterday that you weren’t going to bring Paulita, why …. have you changed your mind today?”.


    Adam Rouco’s dark eyes looked deep into her, with a mocking look, “If I don’t pick it up and you’re not happy, won’t you be mad at me?”


    Estre Berrocal’s ears perked up, “No, I’m not.”


    However, he had caught her picking up Paulita and, naturally, she was delighted.


    Paulitay down on the couch like a little lord, rubbed her tummy and said, “Starita, I’m hungry! Is there anything to eat?”


    Estre Berrocal approached him with a small sandwich: “Dinner will have to wait a little longer, so you can have some bread first”.


    Paulita ate the tasteless sandwich, and after a few bites she threw it away, children love sweet, sour and tasty things, they are not interested in snacks.


    Adán Rouco reminds her: “Pa Rouco, have you done all the homework that the teacher has set for you?


    “I’m going to watch the cartoons and then I’ll make them.”


    “Go do your homework before you watch TV.”


    Paulita grunts, drops the remote control and heads for the table with her school bag, muttering under her breath: “Grandpa lets me go home to watch cartoons, but not you. You’re too bossy. Teacher says kids should grow up healthy, so you can’t push me around all the time, Daddy, I won’t grow up.”


    Estre Berrocalughed at these words: “Paulita, do you know the saying ‘pull up the seedlings to make them grow’?


    The girl knows a lot.


    Paulita raised her chin proudly, “Yes, the teacher says Paulita is a very smart girl.”


    Adán Rouco threw the usual pitcher of cold water on him: “If you’re smart and you don’t make an effort, you’re still a little loser, so if you don’t want to be a big loser, do your homework.”


    “Hmph.


    Paulita grunted, but in the face of Adán Rouco’s authority, she took her workbook out of her bag and began to do her homework.


    Adán Rouco took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to help Estre Berrocal.


    Estre Berrocal told him: “You are being too hard on Paulita, now she is only in kindergarten, homework is not so important”.


    “If she doesn’t get used to it now, it will be an even bigger headache when she starts elementary school. Besides, Paulita has been spoiled by her grandfather and if I let her have her way, her tail will go to heaven.”


    This is true.


    However, Estre Berrocal was raised in the opposite way to Adán Rouco.


    Stefano Berrocal taught Estre Berrocal that it was better to work hard, that it was better for the girls to get good grades, but that it didn’t matter if they didn’t, as long as they were happy.


    However, Mr. Rouco must have educated Adán Rouco in a less Buddhist way and must have been very strict, especially because Adán Rouco was a child.


    Estre Berrocal asks him, while cutting the vegetables: “Adam, did Dad ever hit you when you were a child for studying?


    “Before college, I spent very little time studying and the old man hit me quite a few times.”


    “Huh?” Estre Berrocal was a little puzzled, “I thought you were one of those three good students with exceptional grades.”


    “Extraordinary grades, indeed, but not a good student.”


    Estre Berrocal listened to the man’s undisguised arrogance and said, “Are you trying to say you don’t study all day and stille out looking good on every test?”


    Was this man trying to indirectly express his high IQ?


    “That’s pretty much what it means.” A certain person responded calmly.


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal took a 10, 000-ton hit: “I didn’t sleep well in my senior year to get into college. It’s hard to imagine how you schoolboys study.”


    Adán Rouco washes his hands, takes the knife out of her hand, cuts the vegetables on the cutting board and corrects her in a very subdued and lighthearted way: “Wrong, they are the gods of learning.”


    Estre Berrocal: “…”


    What kind of person brags about herself so tantly?


    “You don’t study yourself and ask Paulita to develop a love of learning, you’re too much of a double standard.”


    Adán Rouco said, “Only if he is able to learn it as fast as I am, and to remember it when he sees it, but that should not be likely.”


    “Why? I think our Paulita is very smart.”ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    “Intelligent, yes, but the average IQ of a child is half the sum of the parents’ IQs.”


    Adán Rouco suddenly gave him a meaningful look and said with certainty: “Paulita’s IQ must go down a little because of yours”.


    The corners of Estre Berrocal’s mouth twitched.


    Paulita ran up to me and said, “Star I’m thirsty! I want some juice!”


    “I’ll squeeze it out for you in a moment, hold on.”


    Paulita stood in the kitchen doorway, walked up to his little mouth, and asked, “Daddy, did you just call me stupid?”


    “You’re not stupid, you’re just a little dumber than Dad.”


    Paulita blurted out “Oh”, “Dad, how do you prove I’m a little dumber than you?”.


    Adam Rouco raised an eyebrow and asked the little bundle of joy with special seriousness, “Are you better at games than daddy? Does daddy know all the homework you can’t do? Does daddy know all the words you don’t know?”


    Paulita: “…”


    Estre Berrocal: “…”


    This man, in addition to being narcissistic, is arrogant and extraordinarily shameless!


    “Dad, you’re so childish.”


    Serious face of Adán Rouco, “Pa Rouco,e here, who calls you infantile?


    Paulita stood still, looking at him with a little pout, “The teacher says adults are childish when they argue with children!”


    Adán Rouco: “…”


    How can you have such a beautiful daughter, she must be the other half.