Uncle Gong Jian was already sitting next to the pot table at this time, holding a steamed bun in one hand and a broom for brushing the pot in the other, and looked at Gong Yaozu very mightily: "You turtle son still dare to rob me?" Tell you, Lao Tzu is inconvenient for his legs and feet, and he can still put you down with one hand. ”

Fortunately, just now Gong Yaozu felt that his head was beaten, it was too painful, and at this time, he saw Uncle Gong Jian waving a broom to brush the pot again, he instinctively turned his head, this time, he didn't hit the part of his head that was originally crushed, so this time he didn't feel much pain, but the action of grabbing the steamed bun froze there.

Although it is said that his father is injured on his foot now, Gong Yaozu, who has just been hit twice, feels that he has a lot of injuries on his body, and if he really matches his father again, I don't know if he can take advantage of it. After weighing it repeatedly, Gong Yaozu could only reluctantly give up the idea of snatching the steamed buns back. But he still muttered dissatisfiedly: "Dad, that's my breakfast." That was specially left for me by my mother. ”

Gong Yaozu deliberately in: My breakfast. The tone of that sentence was deliberately accentuated, just to remind Uncle Gong Jian that it was not that he wanted to rob his father's things, but that his father was robbing his breakfast now.

But in the eyes of Uncle Gong Jian, this matter is completely vexatious, and this family is his. This son has been reading for so many years, and he doesn't understand any reason, and he doesn't know how to respect him as a father. If you have a stutter, you should serve it as soon as possible when you are a son. Why, he still dares to reach out and grab his father's thing?

Uncle Gong Jian raised his hand and took a big bite of the steamed bun, chewing it fiercely in his mouth, as if this would make the anger in his heart rise a little.

"Alright, you stinky boy, you don't have anything that is mine. What are you still talking to me about here, yours and mine. Tell you, even you kid is mine. After reading the books for so many years, I have read them all in vain, have I read them all in the belly of a dog? That's how you are, that's how your husband taught you, respect your elders, be filial to your parents, bastard. ”

While speaking, Uncle Gong Jian did not slow down the action of filling his mouth with steamed buns, and it was difficult for him to have something in his mouth, and he could still scold the long list of words clearly.

And looking at the fewer and fewer steamed buns, Gong Yaozu was also completely dead. As for his father's scolding of him, he took it as a deaf ear. Anyway, as long as his father doesn't beat people, Gong Yaozu thinks that his father can say whatever he likes, in short, he doesn't listen.

Seeing that a steamed bun was about to be eaten by Uncle Gong Jian, Gong Yaozu immediately realized this, he hurriedly stepped forward, took advantage of Uncle Gong Jian's hand to eat steamed bread, reached into the pot with both hands, and brought out the half bowl of porridge. As soon as he held the bowl, Gong Yaozu immediately took a few steps back, widening the distance between him and Uncle Gong Jian.

This time he is really smart, since his father has injured his foot, he is unable to move, as long as he runs out of his father's range of action, then he is safe. The two blows I received on the head just now were not in vain.

And Uncle Gong Jian, who was eating steamed buns over there, didn't take Gong Yaozu's actions to heart at all. He also saw that bowl of porridge just now, that bowl of porridge had been drunk by Gong Yaozu a few sips before, and now it was more than half a bowl.

Besides, he also knew the porridge that his mother-in-law had boiled in the morning. Although the mother-in-law was worried about her son today, the bowl of porridge she left for her son was indeed thicker than their two bowls. In the morning, Uncle Gong Jian's husband and wife drank porridge, which was obviously much thinner than that bowl, but Uncle Gong Jian really didn't like that bowl, and was obviously half a bowl of porridge that his son had already drunk a few sips.

Besides, Gong Yaozu is his most promising son after all. He also expects this son to study hard and become a big official in the future and shine on the lintel. Of course, he can't say that he ate the steamed buns, and he didn't even leave the porridge for his little son, so he turned a blind eye. Regarding Gong Yaozu's action of hurriedly retreating with the porridge bowl, Uncle Gong Jian only snorted coldly in his heart, but he didn't continue to curse anything. It can be regarded as acquiescing to his son's behavior.

It wasn't until he was sure that Uncle Gong Jian didn't stop his actions in any way that Gong Yaozu put his mind at ease. It seems that his father acquiesced and drank this bowl of porridge by himself, although this bowl of porridge does not seem to be much, but it is better than nothing.

But after only two sips, Gong Yaozu found that there were other things hidden in this porridge bowl. With a spin on his mind, he immediately realized that his mother would often hide an egg or two in his rice bowl. It seems that there are indeed private goods hidden in this bowl of porridge today. Gong Yaozu was nervous, looked up at Uncle Gong Jian, but found that Uncle Gong Jian's attention was not on him at this time, so he slowly turned around, turned his back to Uncle Gong Jian and carefully ate the eggs in the bowl.

He must eat this egg in his stomach, and now he can't be discovered by Uncle Gong Jian, if his father finds out, it will definitely not fall into his mouth. He swallowed the egg vigorously here, and Uncle Gong Jian finally finished eating his steamed bun over there. He touched his barely comfortable stomach, and sighed a little depressedly, just such a steamed bun, how could it be enough for him to eat? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his eyes over there again, turning his back to Gong Yaozu, who was drinking porridge.

Seeing that Gong Yaozu was still drinking porridge there, Uncle Gong Jian hesitated, not knowing if he should hand over the half bowl of porridge and let the rabbit cub hand it over. But after much hesitation, he finally gave up. What's the matter, that's also his own son, besides, he still expects this son to be able to become a big official in the future. Now he can't do things too well.

The kitchen was empty, and Uncle Gong Jian sat on the stove, not wanting to go back to his room for a while. The mother-in-law hasn't come back yet, and the room is deserted, so it's better to sit here and watch her little son, and she can be a little popular. Uncle Gong Jian was thinking about how to talk to his youngest son for a while, when suddenly his nose shook a few times, and the smell of eggs wafted into his nose.

Immediately, the saliva in Uncle Gong Jian's mouth was secreted at once, and then he said, "Huh, Yaozu, have you smelled the smell of hard-boiled eggs?"

Gong Yaozu, who was eating eggs vigorously over there, was so frightened that he almost choked on the eggs in his mouth when he heard his father say this.

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