Be the Best In the Chronology

Li Xiaohu threw his chopsticks and ran out directly.

　　 Zhang Guizhi grinned in anger, and said to Li Jiandang, who was only focusing on eating, "Listen to what your son said!"

　　Li Jiandang raised his head, "Didn't you say it first? If you don't say it, will he follow your words?"

　　 Zhang Guizhi became even more angry.

　　 "Okay, what do you care about with the three children all day long, isn't their age when they are delicious and fun? After two years of age, they will become sensible." That's how Li Jiandang came here, can he not know?

　　 At the end, he said again: "You should stop too, don't scold them all the time."

　　 Don't say that the three sons are annoyed when they hear it. Li Jiandang is also annoyed when he hears it. To be honest, since the separation, Li Jiandang feels that these days are getting worse every day.

　　 His wife scolded the child all day long, after scolding the child scolded his parents, and after scolding his parents, it was his turn. I don't know when this day is the head.

　　 It doesn’t matter if I get scolded, and I don’t eat well. I didn’t have to worry about it when I didn’t separate. It was only a few days after the separation, and Li Jiandang felt that a century had passed.

　　 Zhang Guizhi didn't realize his mistake, and was still chattering, "You think I want to scold them, if they are fighting, I won't be angry every day."

　　 Look at that girl Zhaodi, who is smart like something, these few of my own, who are stupid like pigs, can Zhang Guizhi not be angry?

　　 Li Xiaoniu and Li Xiaoguang, who did not follow, tried to reduce their sense of existence.

　　 Next door, as soon as Li Jianshe finished pouring the face wash, Li Xiaohu hugged his thigh. Li Jianshe looked down, "Xiaohu, you are not eating at home, why are you holding my leg?"

　　 made him unable to walk anymore.

　　 Li Xiaohu raised his head, "Uncle San, if you want a son, how about I be your son?"

　　 Li Xiaohu’s words scared Li Jianshe almost throwing out the basin in his hand.

"Xiaohu, what did you just say? You say it again?"

　　 He just heard it right.

　　 Li Xiaohu repeated what he said just now, "Uncle San, I am serious. If you lack a son, you will be my dad in the future."

　　 His home, he never wants to go back!

　　He wants to recognize a dad again!

　　 Li Jianshe took off Li Xiaohu's hand that was holding him, and touched his forehead, "I don't have a fever, why did you start talking nonsense?"

　　 Li Xiaohu pouted, "Uncle San, just say you want me to be your son."

　　 Li Jianshe shook his head like a rattle, "I don't want it, I have a son."

　　 When he is stupid, he can't support the four people in his family. If he opens his mouth more, he won't be exhausted. Besides, Xiaohu's nephew is eleven or twelve years old, and he is not as sensible as his six-year-old Xiaopeng.

　　 What is this kind of son doing?

　　 Don't even post him.

　　 Li Jianshe's heart goes round and round, Li Xiaohu doesn't know, anyway, he just wants to be a son for Li Jianshe, and has delicious food with his three uncles and three aunts.

Li Xiaohu thought so in his heart and said so in his mouth. Li Jianshe laughed irritably at his righteousness, and flicked Li Xiaohu's forehead, "Who told you to be a son for me will have delicious food? I tell you , Even if you be my son, I won’t give you any good food."

　　 Li Xiaohu covered his forehead, "Why?"

　　 "Why don't you know it in your heart? You are not as smart as our family Miaomiao, secondly not as capable as our family Miaomiao, and thirdly not as sensible as our Xiaopeng. What's the use of you telling me that I want you?

　　 It's alright. I'm a eleven or twelve-year-old person. I should know something. If I have to change someone else to be a dad for stuttering, what do your parents think? "

　　 If it weren’t for Li Xiaohu’s nephew’s sake, Li Jianshe would ask if you think you are worthy?