Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

"That's where the President of the United States lives, the White House, the monument is in the middle, and Capitol Hill is over there," Feng Yiping introduced to his grandfather the famous buildings under the wing.

Reagan National Airport is the only downtown airport in Washington, D.C., near the White House and Capitol Hill. When landing, you can clearly overlook the political heart of the United States. It feels pretty good.

"You said that such a big place is where their president lives?" The old man felt a little despised.

But, well, the White House, which covers an area of ​​more than 5,000 square meters, is really not big.

The father's next sentence made Feng Yiping a little embarrassed, "Have you been in?"

Old-school people always look differently at places like this symbolizing the highest rights. Besides, he knows that his grandson entered Zhongnanhai.

"Not yet," Feng Yiping said.

"It should be soon too," the old man is so confident in his grandson.

However, what he said was right. Even if the current owner of the White House has no friendship with Feng Yiping, he would not actively invite him, but the next owner, hehe, is now a good buddy with Feng Yiping.

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At a glance, Feng Yiping saw Ma Ling wearing a beige trench coat at the exit. His hair must have been done. It was not draped on both sides, but gathered behind his head. It was capable and elegant, probably because of excitement. His cheeks were a little red and his smile was shallow Yes, but the affection in his eyes is strong.

Vincent ran over before her, "Dad," the voice stretched very long, and he opened his hand far away, Feng Yiping squatted down and hugged his son, gave him a kiss viciously, "I want to kill my father. It’s, oh, it’s heavy again. It seems to be very obedient lately. Isn’t it a good meal?

Vincent kissed Feng Yiping on one side of the face, and when he heard him say this, he hid his little head behind Feng Yiping's head, "Hey," he seemed a little embarrassed.

"You still don't listen to your mother when you are eating?" Feng Yiping immediately reacted. This kid, everything is fine, but this is not obedient.

Ma Ling was already holding Mei Jianzhong's hand at this time, "Vincent, this is great-grandfather, remember?"

The little guy poked his head out and took a glance. Seeing the white eyebrows, he seemed to be impressed. Did he pluck it before? But looking at Mei Jianzhong's outstretched hand, he "swizzled" back, and hugged Feng Yiping's neck tightly. This child, in front of someone he didn't know, was still a little timid.

"I saw it in New York, don't you remember, the great-grandfather gave you a long life lock,"

But this question is for nothing. The thing must be in the drawer.

Mei Jianzhong was still very happy, "It doesn't matter if you don't want me, this kid, looks so good!"

"By tomorrow, he will probably be able to get acquainted with you," the kid, as long as you are willing to play with him, he won't be able to hold on for long, and he will get acquainted with you soon.

"John and them?"

"Arrive at two o'clock in the afternoon, at Dulles Airport, let's go home first,"

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"Well, girl," Mei Jianzhong said, looking at the food on the table.

The staple food is a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. The dishes include scrambled eggs with tomatoes and stir-fried spinach. The main course should be beef. It looks stewed, beef stew with potatoes, and a lemon chicken. Of course, it is in the eyes of foreigners. One of the classic Chinese dishes, Mapo's tofu.

"Grandpa said that you have worked hard," Feng Yiping translated.

"I practiced for a long time," Ma Ling was nervous.

Mei Jian decided to start with scrambled eggs with tomatoes, eh, sweet? Spinach, is American salt expensive? Mapo tofu, tut, what kind of taste is this? Chicken, so sour! Beef, well, at least this taste is normal, but his teeth can only eat potatoes.

"Yiping, tell her, very good, very good," the old man saw his great-grandson, and even if he let him eat huanglian, he felt sweet.

"Grandpa said your dishes are cooked very well," Feng Yiping is not talking nonsense. In addition to the weird mapo tofu, the other four dishes are really hot. For an American girl, It's rare

"Really?" Ma Ling was very happy.

You must know that she is very strenuous to cook these dishes, just like doing experiments in a laboratory in high school.

"Really," Feng Yiping tasted the Washington D.C. version of Yangzhou fried rice. This is definitely a secret secret from some Chinese chefs. It must be fried with overnight rice. My grandfather's teeth must not be able to deal with it. Come.

He looked at the lasagna on his son's plate, "Is there any noodles? Grandpa likes it,"

"Yes," Ma Ling hurriedly went to the kitchen.

"Grandpa, I cook tonight,"

"No, this girl is very rare," Mei Jianzhong said. "It is already very rare to do this."

I don't know if he was talking about rice or something else.

Ma Ling came out with a plate of lasagna, and asked Feng Yiping in hindsight, "Is this fried rice unappetizing?"

This fried rice is actually okay. Some places in China add grapes to Yangzhou fried rice, but Feng Yiping decided to tell the truth, "Grandpa is not used to using dentures,"

"Oh, sorry," Ma Ling realized, "I didn't expect this."

"It's okay." In the United States where dentists are everywhere, they really rarely encounter such problems. At least here, they don't use "old teeth" to describe the elderly.

"Vincent, why, a little unhappy?" He asked, looking at his son with a bitter face.

"He still doesn't like eating vegetables," Ma Ling said with a smile.

But today is obviously an exception. The little guy must want to show his dad well and quickly eat the vegetables on the plate.

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Mei Jianzhong is wearing a flower mirror, and Vincent is trying to put together a puzzle on the coffee table. This does not require any language communication.

"What do her parents do? What's your relationship with you?" He asked looking at his grandson who was cleaning the kitchen and checking the refrigerator inventory.

This is the first time that he has asked these things, he must meet each other, he must have an attitude.

"She has a real estate company in her family, which is not large, but it is also a wealthy class. Her parents, mainly her father, originally had very big opinions."

"It's pretty big," Mei Jianzhong said, "You, these are all good girls,"

Feng Yiping, who claims to be a good guy, would have nothing to say.

Mei Jianzhong pampered and touched the head of his grandson, "If you do something like this in China, the girl's family can forgive you? Don't say that she gave birth to the child without telling you. thing,"

Although the number of unmarried mothers in China is increasing year by year, although the habits and cognitions in the United States are quite different from those in China, Feng Yiping decided not to talk to his grandfather.

"Listen to you, now they have a better attitude?"

"Yes, her father's attitude has changed a lot recently,"

"Then I know how to do it," Mei Jianzhong ignored his grandson no longer, using his hometown dialect to sign with his great-grandson, "Is this one put here?"

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Parked the car on the side of the road, Ma Ling did not rush to get off, "Dad," she said to John in the back seat, "His grandfather is over eighty years old, this time he came here to celebrate Vincent's birthday, you,"

"I will still have trouble with an old man?" John left a word lukewarm, and went to the trunk to get his luggage.

"Don't worry," Heidi said to her daughter, "I looked at him."

Before opening the door, Ma Ling hesitated for a while, and took another look at his mother. He could see the weight of Mei Jianzhong in Feng Yiping's heart. He hoped that his father could get along well with him.

John stepped in between them impatiently, calling and opening the door, "Vincent,"

"Grandpa? Grandpa," Vincent, who was already sitting in Mei Jianzhong's arms playing jigsaw puzzles, got excited and ran towards the door.

Mei Jianzhong glanced at his grandson, got up from the sofa, and sorted out his clothes.

After a while, a foreigner who didn't look too young ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ had too much hair, but a tall foreigner hugged Vincent and walked in with a smile.

"Hello John," Feng Yiping greeted him with a smile.

"Well," John nodded at him, smiled and walked towards Mei Jianzhong, who was standing there. He put his grandson on the ground halfway through, stretched out his hands, and squeezed out a Chinese sentence, "Nehao,"

Not only Feng Yiping was taken aback, even Ma Ling, who was a little nervous, was taken aback.

"You're so good," Mei Jianzhong said from his hometown, smiling and holding the foreigner's hand.

Feng Yiping felt in a daze that his grandpa's handshaking posture and standing position were very familiar. Take a closer look, can you not be familiar with it? The posture that you are used to on the news network. By the way, when he returned to the hotel last night, grandpa seemed to be watching the leaders meet. News from foreign guests.

"Feng," Heidi smiled and hugged Feng Yiping, "What did John do today than you expected?"

Oh, it seems to be Heidi's credit, "Thank you Heidi," Feng Yiping said sincerely.

There, Mei Jianzhong nodded to Heidi, "Come here for a level."

"Hey," Feng Yiping ran over, "Daddy Ma Ling said you look very healthy."

"Well, you interpret my words to them and say, my grandson is sorry for you, and I am an elder, and I will apologize to them for you,"

This old man is really simple.

"Say it, just say it," Mei Jianzhong glared at him.

Ma Ling naturally didn't understand what the grandfather and grandson were talking about, but seeing Mei Jianzhong's sudden solemn look, they didn't know what was going on.

"My grandfather said, I'm sorry for you, and he apologized to everyone on my behalf,"

John froze for a moment, glanced at his wife and daughter, with mixed feelings. He saw Mei Jianzhong standing up and preparing to bow, and quickly jumped over to stop him, "no, no," (to be continued. )