What is the size of this family? What is the situation in modern urban families? cousins? or ......

Seeing that Mingchuan was a little dazed, Yan Yijie explained with a smile: "There are a total of seven brothers and sisters in the Zhai family's Feifei's generation, all of whom are Zhai Lao's children. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"All......" Mingchuan grinned, a little incredulous.

"All of them, but none of them are Zhai Lao's own children. Yan Yijie said and sighed slightly.

"Huh?" Mingchuan couldn't react.

"Zhai Lao's wife died early, and he didn't marry another wife after that, so he didn't have any children of his own. Yan Yijie said and pointed to Zhai Yanxu who was walking in front of them, "The seven of their brothers and sisters are all orphans of soldiers adopted by Zhai Lao. ”

"Adopted?" Then Zhai Feifei also adopted? Mingchuan was a little stunned, he didn't expect this to be the case at all.

"Although we are adopted sons, my father is no different from us and our biological ones, even if we are not related by blood, we are also a family. Zhai Yanxu, who was walking in front, heard their conversation, turned his head with a smile, and said to Ming Chuan indifferently.

As they spoke, the three of them walked to the restaurant.

The dining room is huge, taking up almost most of the first floor, and the huge dining table in the center fills almost the entire dining room.

Thinking of the population of the Zhai family, such an arrangement is very understandable.

"What about Elder Zhai?" Yan Yijie asked.

"It's busy in the kitchen. Zhai Yanxu smiled and pointed to the other end of the restaurant.

"I'll go over and say hello first. Yan Yijie said.

"No need, don't you understand my dad's temper? Zhai Yanxu said and pressed Yan Yijie back to the bench.

Yan Yijie glanced at Ming Chuan and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, then we will wait here." ”

Ming Chuan didn't have any opinion on this, he didn't have much interest in those cumbersome rules, but since the host said so, he simply sat at the table and waited quietly for dinner.

Zhai Yanxu saw that Mingchuan had a natural attitude, no matter what he saw or heard, his face did not change, he was a little curious about him in his heart, sat down beside him with a smile, and asked with a kind expression: "Mr. Mingchuan is also a criminal policeman?"

"It's not. Ming Chuan shook his head, "It's just a freelancer." ”

Zhai Yanxu raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Some of the non-working otaku like to call themselves freelancers these days, but in his opinion, Mingchuan looks different from those who have nothing to do at a young age.

"Yan Xu has been in the army for a few years, and now he has changed jobs and works in the agency. Yan Yijie interjected.

"Fortunately. Ming Chuan said while secretly thinking in his heart, this family has everything.

"My dad believes in open education, which is commonly known as 'herding sheep'. He asked us to choose our own path, and the result was that out of seven brothers and sisters in my generation, only my son followed his father's business and escaped halfway. Zhai Yanxu said with a smile.

"Isn't that great?" Ming Chuan raised his eyebrows, looked at the other party and said, "What's the point of the life that others have arranged?"

"Haha, that's a good point. An old but hearty voice came from outside the door, and then an old man in his late teens walked into the dining room with a large white porcelain basin steaming and a pot full of noodle soup.

The old man was dressed in gray cotton clothes, with flour on the placket, and his appearance was ordinary, his hair was almost completely white, and his face was wrinkled when he smiled. It's just that he's very tall, and even at this age, he has a straight waist and looks very strong.

"Dad. Seeing this, Zhai Yanxu stood up and took the white porcelain basin in the other party's hand, and said with some displeasure, "Isn't the third child in the kitchen?

"Hey, big brother, you can't talk nonsense, where am I not helping?" A young man walked in with the voice.

This man is about the same age as Ming Chuan, with a long face, a straight nose, heavy glasses, and a much thinner figure than others, looking like an academic graduate student.

And this man also holds a huge white porcelain basin in his hand, but this porcelain basin contains most of the fried sauce.

This family eats in pots.

Ming Chuan's brow twitched.

This porcelain basin is clearly the kind of old-fashioned washbasin, right? It is probably the kind of washbasin that the old man issued when he was in the army.

Ming Chuan had no doubt that when the food in the basin was finished, the bottom of the basin would definitely have a number reflected in red paint.

Yan Yijie and Ming Chuan also stood up and greeted the old father of the Zhai family with a smile.

"Xiao Yan, don't say anything in advance when you bring a friend, I'll get a few more dishes. Zhai Zhuocheng said to Yan Yijie with a smile.

Xiao Yan...... Ming Chuan glanced at Yan Yijie, and said in his heart that this title sounds really unusual, and it is estimated that not many people call him like this.

Yan Yijie responded with a smile, his attitude towards Zhai Zhuocheng was casual and respectful, as if he was facing the elders in his own family.

After a while, the pair of twins I saw in the corridor just now also came to the table, and Ming Chuan sat around the table with this big family and ate the Zhai family's homemade fried noodles.

"Why didn't you see Fei Fei?" there were still a few people at the table, Yan Yijie asked with some confusion.

Xiao Qi ran away from home again, and Fei Fei went to arrest him. Zhai Yanxu said without raising his eyelids.

"This kid doesn't get tired of coming out like this every once in a while. The man with glasses pouted and said unhappily.

There's a habitual runaway offender in this house?

From this point of view, among the seven brothers and sisters in this family, there is only one girl, Zhai Feifei?

I tried the noodles in the bowl, and although it was just a simple jajang-miso noodles, the taste was surprisingly good, the soup was delicious, the noodles were strong, and the jajang-miso was fragrant and delicious.

After eating most of the bowl, Mingchuan felt a layer of sweat on his head, and his stomach was so comfortable that he wanted to burp.

After a pause, Ming Chuan took a sip of soup from another bowl and said, "It seems that Fei Fei's craftsmanship has been passed down by Mr. Zhai." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "clang" sound next to him.

Then came an eerie silence.

Ming Chuan raised his head from the coarse porcelain bowl in his hand with some confusion.

The table was full of people glaring at him as if they were looking at aliens.

"Eh, what's wrong?" Rao was no matter how calm he was, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed under this gaze.

"You...... Just now, Fei Fei's craftsmanship?" said the third man with glasses as he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and when he raised his head, a suspicious reflection flashed on the lenses.

"Have you ever tasted Sister Feifei's cooking?" asked one of the twins, glaring in surprise.

"Yes...... Yes. "Ming Chuan was a little weak for some reason by this situation.

"Damn! I recognize this guy's voice!" I don't know why, another man appeared outside the restaurant, and the voice should be the second one who ran away after answering the door before, "You're the stinky boy who called Fei Fei last time!"

Mingchuan was a little embarrassed, blinked, and before he could say anything, Huo, the eldest of the Zhai family who was sitting beside him, stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Mr. Mingchuan, please come with me." (To be continued.) )