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What role do children play at the adult’s table?

First of all, it was a conversation. The young man turned his head and asked Lu Xuefeng, "Is this the kind of your old deer?"

"Well, okay?" The dead old man ignored his great-grandson, but was very close to the oil-headed monster. Although he still had a stinky face, his tone was obviously gentle, without the imperative meaning. Lu Zhengkang felt sour in his heart.

The oil-headed monster sucked enoki mushrooms. It was really comfortable to eat a hot hot pot in the winter. The young man adjusted the dipping sauce himself. Lu Zhengkang glanced at the sauce plate. It was actually made with sesame sauce. It should be added with red yeast bean curd. Chili oil, green pepper oil, what else? It seems to be fuel consumption and seafood sauce?

"Eat vegetables!" The young man picks up vegetables for Lu Zhengkang. His chopsticks are oily and there are two grains of rice stained. If he has a choice, Lu Zhengkang really doesn't want to appreciate it.

The old man brought out two pots of stewed meat, all pigs, sheep and cattle, as well as chicken legs and duck claws, full of dangdang, thick oil and red sauce, and the big iron basin slammed on the table. Lu Zhengkang and the stewed pork shook three times together. .

Lu Xuefeng turned around and went to the refrigerator to bring up a dozen beer, and asked the young man "Is it enough?"

"enough."

The old man twitched the corner of his mouth, and he actually smiled. Damn, why didn't he smile at me like that? !

Lu Zhengkang lowered his head and pulled two bites of mushrooms, thinking that I should be at the bottom of the table, shouldn't be in the seat, and I will go back to the bedroom after eating. Today's daily tasks have not been completed yet, so I have to recite Spanish vocabulary in the evening. Physical exercise, finally, digging your brain, sleeping, preparing for a new day of life...

Presumably tomorrow will be a peaceful and unwavering day.

Lu Xuefeng returned to the kitchen and brought out two plates of side dishes, placed in front of Lu Zhengkang, one was cheese mashed potatoes, and another was dried bamboo shoots stew.

The young man happily stretched his chopsticks over to pick up the dishes, “It’s so good today. It’s different when the little grandson is here!”

Lu Xuefeng slapped the young man's thief's paws, "Don't grab food from the kid." He turned his head and looked down at Lu Zhengkang. The little deer student looked at a loss, the old man said nothing, and gently touched Lu Zhengkang's head.

What role do children play at the adult’s table? Is the one most cared for.

The young man uses chopsticks to draw in the stewed meat basin. His habit is really frowning, especially his long sleeves, which are quite wide, dusty and dangling, almost hanging into the basin, like a small fan , Beating on the stewed meat, I believe that the mood of the stewed meat is as painful as the deer classmates who are watching.

Lu Zhengkang tasted the dishes his grandfather prepared for him, and I have to say that it is much better than Comrade Sun Hui's craftsmanship. It seems that many years of living alone gave him plenty of time to practice cooking.

Lu Xuefeng asked the young man to drink beer, but he held out a tin pot of rice wine and put it on the stove to heat it over water. Now it smelled of a grain aroma. Lu Zhengkang was a little surprised at the tin pot. It must be an old object. The dragon on the lid of the pot was glued into a four-legged snake. The thick oxide layer was like a block of lead, giving the pot a toxic illusion.

Young men are handsome, but very rude, with a disorganized face and a wretched posture. No one would have thought that such a guy who is suspected of being a marginalized person can have that kind of spirit when drinking. Prying the bottle cap on the edge of the chair, the cap flew to the floor. He was sitting on his side and raised the bottle. He shook his head before drinking. The black hair shook his head twice, as if on stage. It's trembling like a thick curtain.

A bottle of wine, one breath, from beginning to end, without any hurries, and never leaked a drop.

After drinking, he gently placed the bottle on the ground, as if the soul came, his eyes were bright enough to shoot out lightning, he did not speak, and continued to eat vegetables, his actions became more and more bold, and he escaped from the wretched state. Later, every outfit on his body had a slobbery smell.

Such a person should be very popular with little girls.

Lu Zhengkang hurriedly ate the two bowls of rice. Although he was not full, he did not continue to eat. Comrade Sun Hui stipulated that he also agreed, saying that if he doesn't eat, he doesn't eat, and one more bite counts...

Lu Zhengfeng frowned, "Eat two more bowls!"

"Mom said I can't eat more."

"If she finds you, I will speak for you."

"Oh."

Thank you grandpa, grandpa is so kind!

With reverence, Lu Zhengkang shaved both bowls of dishes made by old comrade Lu Xuefeng.

"Tasty?"

"Grandpa's cooks are delicious."

Lu Xuefeng twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes were happy, but his expression was not smiling. The young man laughed licentiously, "Little devil, I'm so good at flattering. Come and call my brother."

Lu Zhengkang ignored him, the young man pondered for a moment, and put a big chicken leg in Lu Zhengkang's bowl.

"Thank you uncle, uncle is so kind!"

Lu Xuefeng laughed suddenly, the old man laughed like a kettle boiled, squeaking, very contagious, Lu Zhengkang was also silly and happy, only the young man looked sad, and the bitter wine was in pain in his throat!

After a meal, Lu Zhengkang really planned to go upstairs, but Lu Xuefeng stopped him suddenly.

"Your mother said, you like painting, tomorrow you will practice painting with this brother Zheng, you know?"

The young man curled his lips, "Hey hey, I don't teach this kid."

Lu Zhengkang: Even if you are willing to teach, Xiaoye is not willing to learn!

Lu Xuefeng's eyelids drooped ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A cold light shot from the triangular eyes, staring at Xiao Zheng and his scalp numb.

"Hey, Uncle Feng, I was joking."

The old man didn't speak up, but turned around and told Lu Zhengkang to take a good rest, and then urged him to go upstairs.

Lu Zhengkang closed the door in the bedroom, and then a burst of curses came from downstairs. The floor seemed to vibrate, and the room with strong sound insulation could not stop the old man's voice.

"Mother-Hippy! If you are a teacher, you have to teach, and you have to teach! I have to teach the little great-grandson! Don't even think about running away when you come to my house! When will the **** take him away? I want to leave again!"

"Don't worry, Uncle Feng, leave this child to me, and I will definitely arrange it for you!"

Lu Zhengkang snickered, and the old man and the surname Zheng looked like a happy friendship. I just didn't expect that old comrade Lu Xuefeng could have such a hot temper at his age, and he was not afraid of breaking his own blood vessels.

"You are not allowed to say swear words in front of me in the future, have you heard?!"

"Eh, don't worry, you must let your children learn well..."

Lu Zhengkang sat at the desk memorizing words. The shouts downstairs continued for a long time. Xiao Zheng was forced to agree to many requests. At 6:13, he received two new emails.

6:13 "Lu Jiande: Son, be good at Grandpa's house."

6:13 "Sun Hui: Send an email when you feel homesick, and my mother will pick you up."

6:13 unified reply "Lu Zhengkang: Oh, grandpa is very good to me, don't miss me (●’??’●

On the returning train, Sun Hui put her phone away and looked out the window.

A piece of the cloud to the west was missing, a sparse beam of light fell, and a swarm of drones flew past the iron curtain of the city, like a group of wild geese.

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