The dining table is full of food---

Sweet and sour carp, back to the pot meat, plum cabbage button meat, and Sixi meatballs, etc., are basically "home-cooked dishes" that every household often prepares for the New Year.

Song Haiming was busy taking off the water skirt around him, and urged Wang Jinfeng, "Go, quickly take out the bottle of good wine I bought, I want to have two drinks with Xiaochao!"

Wang Jinfeng went to the desk table, opened the door on the left, and took out a bottle of white porcelain liquor from it.

"Well, you two drink less. Wang Jinfeng said this in his mouth, but he looked at his baby son beautifully, eager for him to eat and drink more.

"Mom, you sit too. Song Zhichao saw Wang Jinfeng standing, so he said.

"I've eaten, you eat!" Wang Jinfeng said in his mouth, but he moved a chair over, sat down, and didn't eat vegetables, just stared at his son.

Song Zhichao was embarrassed by her staring, and couldn't help touching his face and said, "It's okay, you look at me like this......"

"Hehe, I'll see what my cub is? Besides, my son is so handsome, I can't get tired of watching it many times. Wang Jinfeng said with a smile.

Song Haiming couldn't stand it anymore, "Look at you, you're starting to go crazy again." My son hasn't seen you think of him after being away from home for so many years, but now that he's back, he is sticking and even reluctant to look away. ”

Wang Jinfeng snapped and gave Song Haiming a slap, "My own son, what's the matter with a few more looks? I still have to report to you and pay taxes?"

Song Haiming was used to being bullied by his wife at home, and he was embarrassed to put on a score in front of his son at this time, so he could only point to those meals and said with a wry smile: "Eat, eat, it's almost cold." ”

Song Zhichao picked up chopsticks and picked up vegetables.

Wang Jinfeng pulled Song Zhichao's newly worn big cotton jacket and muttered: "This is made for you, I don't know the size--- you have grown taller and stronger, and this dress is small." ”

Song Haiming took a porcelain bottle of liquor --- Wolong jade liquid, and opened it several times without opening it.

Wang Jinfeng taunted him: "I'm still drinking here, I can't even open the bottle cap." ”

Song Haiming's face was a little unbearable, so he said: "Usually I drink loose wine, how can I drink these good wines--- go to the kitchen and bring me a kitchen knife, and I will cut the cap of this bottle." ”

"Let me do it. Song Zhichao said.

Song Haiming handed him the liquor.

Song Zhichao looked at it, but it was the type of prying, so he took the key and pointed it at the bayonet, so prying, with a click, the bottle cap fell off in response.

Song Haiming was stunned for a moment and said, "Amazing!" added, "Better than Lao Tzu!"

Wang Jinfeng glanced at him: "Of course my son is amazing, how can I only stay in the freezing factory and kill pigs." ”

"What do you mean by killing pigs? I drive a machine in a cold storage, and that's technical work. Song Haiming explained.

It turned out that Song Haiming worked in the Hanwan Refrigeration Factory in Nandu, worked as a master in the refrigeration workshop, and was in charge of the start and stop of the cold storage machine, which was really a technical job.

It's just that Song Haiming is usually fine, and he also helps kill pigs in the factory, and you can get some offal when you kill pigs, such as pig's trotters, pig's blood, pig's hooves, chicken ---feet, and chicken blood are worthless offal, and many times they are even thrown away.

Wang Jinfeng hated him killing pigs the most, because every time he killed a pig, Song Haiming had to pour a few bowls of wine and get half drunk, so he started to do it--- so he was full of wine and drunk.

Seeing Wang Jinfeng and Song Haiming arguing, Song Zhichao felt funny, and for the first time, a trace of homely warmth surged in his heart.

In the back room, there are beautiful songs from the Spring Festival Gala, but it is Hong Kong actress Liang Yanling's "Like Fog, Like Rain and Like Wind---

Your heart for you will never be known

The love I give you is always suffering

I searched helplessly in the lonely night

I want to find a constant reliance

......

You are like fog and rain and wind to me

Comes and goes, leaving only an empty space

You are like fog and rain and wind to me

Let my heart stir with you......

With this song ringing in his ears, Song Zhichao knew that soon this song would be popular all over the country through the Spring Festival Gala, and at this moment, the two little girls in the back room, Song Yuqing and Du Chunmei, were in front of the TV and hummed this song along with the TV, obviously brainwashed.

Wang Jinfeng shouted outside: "Stop watching TV, you guys also come out to eat." ”

Song Yuqing and Du Chunmei's eyes were reluctant to take their eyes off the TV at all, and they said, "We are full--- you eat." ”

Song Haiming picked up an empty bowl and handed it to Wang Jinfeng and said, "They are full of watching TV--- so I will give them some vegetables and let them watch while eating!"

Wang Jinfeng said angrily: "Serve the old one, serve the young one---" and asked with his face in the inner room: "What kind of food do you eat?"

The Uriya replied, "Sweet and sour fish!" "Four happy meatballs!" and "And back to the pot meat!"

"I'm pretty good at eating!" Wang Jinfeng chattered, but picked up the chopsticks and started his hand, picked up some of each dish, put it into a bowl, and then brought it to the back room, and said in his mouth: "Here, two eldest ladies--- your food is here, hurry up and eat, don't be hungry!"

Outside, on the dining table---

Song Haiming picked up the liquor and poured a glass for Song Zhichao--- the wine glass was the kind of small liquor cup with three or four dollars, with a gold filigree pattern tattooed on it, which looked very beautiful.

"Come, Xiaochao, let's go one. Song Haiming picked up the wine.

Song Zhichao also hurriedly picked up his wine glass.

The two clinked glasses and drank them all.

Song Haiming was afraid that the wine would spicy his son, and when he saw Song Zhichao finish drinking, he hurriedly greeted him: "Eat vegetables, eat some food quickly! This sweet and sour fish is made by me, and it tastes good!"

Song Zhichao smiled, picked up the chopsticks, and took a bite of the sweet and sour fish that looked very fat--- sweet, sour, and a little salty.

"How's that, it tastes good, right?" Song Haiming looked at his son expectantly.

Song Zhichao nodded and said with a smile: "It's delicious." ”

In fact, this dish is average, for Song Zhichao, who is accustomed to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and is delicious and shy, it is not popular at all.

Hearing his son say this, Song Dahai was very happy, and immediately poured another glass of wine for Song Zhichao, saying, "Then you can have another glass and eat more!"

Song Zhichao smiled, but didn't drink it himself, but picked up the wine glass and said to Song Haiming: "Dad, you have worked hard, come, I will toast you with a glass of wine!"

Seeing his son toast himself, Song Haiming was very happy, and said in his mouth: "Okay, good!" picked up the wine glass, didn't wait to clink glasses with Song Zhichao, drank it all, wiped his mouth and said: "This wine is comfortable to drink! It's my son who respects me, hehe!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere at the table became more warm.

......

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors.

Song Haiming wiped his mouth and suddenly said to Song Zhichao: "Ah Chao, you tell me the truth, what are you doing in Hong Kong?"

Song Zhichao was drinking tea, and when he heard the words, he paused for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw Song Haiming's solemn and serious expression.

Song Haiming looked a little cautious, looked around, and then didn't say anything, got up directly, and entered the house.

Then, the sound of ping-pong came from inside the room, as if something was churning.

In the room, Song Haiming was looking for something under the bed, pouting his buttocks, pulling out all the shoes and everything, and finally pulled out a small box, opened the box, and took out a black box.

Outside, just when Song Zhichao didn't understand what Song Haiming was going to do, he saw Song Haiming walk out again, still holding a tightly wrapped bag in his hand.

Song Zhichao: "......"

Song Haiming carefully opened the bag in front of Song Zhichao, and then three layers inside and three layers outside, called, and opened it again--- finally, the contents were revealed, it was a pile of banknotes, a huge amount of 100,000 yuan--- of course, this so-called huge amount was for Song Haiming.

Song Zhichao: "......"

Before he could speak, Song Haiming said: "This money wasn't stolen, right?"

Song Zhichao "poofed" and almost squirted out the tea in his mouth.

looked at Song Haiming again, looking at Song Zhichao with a blank look, his eyes full of worry.

--- a father's worries!