When Zhang Changhe and Feng Wei'an entered the door, they saw Feng Mu sitting on the sofa with an embarrassed face, Lu Fei who was in and out of the dishes and chopsticks, and Zhang Miao who was chattering and complaining about something. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Feng Yiming, who was in a hurry in the kitchen, glanced at his father out of the corner of his eye, "Let's serve it, it's almost over, you ask Mom how much wine you drink!"

Feng Wei'an smiled embarrassedly, glanced at Zhang Changhe and Zhang Miao, who couldn't help but smile, and then came to his wife's side and asked, I was going to help in the kitchen but it turned out to be a disservice, and Feng's mother, who was kicked out of the kitchen by her son and best friend, heard this, her eyebrows were raised, and she asked this kind of thing in front of outsiders, do you mean that I usually manage too much?

Feng Wei'an knew that he had asked the wrong thing, so he laughed a few times, and found a bottle of Wuliangye from under the bed, which was sent by a parent of a student of Feng's mother many years ago, and he was reluctant to drink it.

Feng Yiming, who was walking into the living room with a vegetable plate, his eyes lit up, since he was reborn last year, Feng Yiming has been thinking about this bottle of wine, and it was not until 2014 that Feng Yiming sat as the company's department manager and drove a new car back to Qingping, and his father took it out. At that time, only half a bottle of wine had evaporated, and Feng Yiming went out to buy a new bottle of wine, and only drank it after it was exchanged for one to two. After many years, Feng Yiming still remembers that night vividly, the wine in the cup is soft and mellow, the aftertaste is long, the father and son drink around the fireplace, enjoy the snow and talk, and have a good time.

"There are still two dishes left, let's wait until we finish drinking and eating, otherwise there will be no hot dishes in the next minute." Feng Yiming put down the dish and sat down quietly.

Feng Wei'an sneered, part of this bottle of wine has evaporated, and there is only half of the bottle left, and he still expects to drink it after he can't finish drinking with Zhang Changhe today, where is he willing to let his son take advantage of it, his eyes rolled, and he stabbed his wife and asked: "Yiming wants to drink, you see ......" Feng's mother has always hated both tobacco and alcohol, and usually quarreled with Feng Wei'an eight times out of ten times for tobacco and alcohol.

But today Feng Wei'an made a miscalculation, Feng's mother thought about it for a few seconds before saying: "No matter where Yiming works in the future, drinking will always be unavoidable, just drink less." Although Feng's mother doesn't drink, she also knows that this bottle of wine is expensive, and she wants to keep it for her son's wedding banquet.

Feng Yiming arched his hand towards his mother, snatched the wine bottle, turned sideways and said with a smile: "Dad, this is good wine, don't let you spill it, let me do it." ”

Zhang Changhe looked at the three members of the Feng family on the side, and couldn't help laughing, "Old Feng, your family is still interesting and human." ”

Lu Fei nodded on the side and said: "Yes, unlike our family, what time is Lao Zhang coming back, sometimes he hasn't come back yet, Miao Miao and I are sleeping, and no one can see him." ”

Mother Feng stood up, pulled Zhang Miao, who kept giving Feng Yiming a look on the side, and said, "Okay, if Old Feng doesn't speak ill of me in front of you, I'll be satisfied!"

Feng Wei'an knew that he had offended his wife today, so he drooped his head and didn't speak, just looked at the dishes on the table, and called home at three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was only more than two hours, and it was really not easy for his son to make this table of dishes, at least in the future, his son would go to college and go to other places without worrying about his own diet and daily life.

When everyone was on the table, Feng Yiming diligently poured wine for Zhang Changhe and Dad, and then poured it for himself, waiting for Dad's speech to raise a glass, but Zhang Changhe said with a smile: "Yiming, you have a level of pouring wine." ”

Feng Wei'an, whose face was dark, looked at the shallow wine in the wine glass in front of him and Zhang Changhe, and then looked at the wine glass in front of his son that was about to overflow, and was about to speak.

"This is what my dad taught me, seven points of tea and eight points of wine. Feng Yiming rushed to the front and said, turned his head to look at Feng Wei'an and said with a smile: "Dad, right?"

That's right, Feng Wei'an roared in his heart, who couldn't see that your kid just wanted to drink more, Feng Wei'an tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and said with a reluctant smile: "Yes, yes, then welcome Lao Zhang, sister-in-law, Miao Miao is welcome to be a guest today, everyone has a drink first!"

Before Feng Wei'an finished speaking, Zhang Changhe heard a "tsk", turned his head to look, and saw that Feng Yiming had already put down the wine glass, with an aftertaste on his face, and his right hand had already touched the wine bottle, and he couldn't help laughing.

Looking at his son who didn't give himself a long face today, Feng Wei'an took a deep breath, but he didn't see it, and greeted with a smile: "Miao Miao, you're welcome, eat vegetables, listen to my sister-in-law, Yiming made a table of good dishes at the end of the river, how about you taste today's dishes! ”

Feng Yiming poured the wine with satisfaction, snorted lightly, and muttered in a low voice: "This is unusual, other people's parents are criticized for their son's poor academic performance, and I am scolded for not doing well in cooking?"

Feng Wei'an couldn't bear it, stretched out his chopsticks and pointed at Feng Yiming, and said with a calm face: "You kid ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Zhang Changhe, and Zhang Changhe persuaded: "Okay, Lao Feng, you have such a caring son, you are unhappy and complain, you shouldn't be." "Zhang Changhe came to Feng's house today, firstly, he still had something to talk about with Feng Wei'an, and secondly, because of the cursive calligraphy in his daughter's hand, at this time, the Feng family's father and son had a quarrel, and tonight's plan was at least half ruined.

Although he was quite arrogant in front of Feng Yiming in the afternoon, in front of the elders, Zhang Miao always knew what to do, and said with a sweet smile: "Uncle Feng, the dishes made by Brother Yiming are really delicious, whether it was in Jianghe last time or today's dishes, they are all delicious, Brother Yiming was in the kitchen just now, and I went to steal it." ”

Zhang Changhe and Feng Yiming had a cold war at the same time, the word "Brother Yiming" came out of Zhang Miao's mouth, how could it make people feel creepy, Zhang Changhe kept complaining in his heart, his daughter actually used such a shameless coquettish in order to ask for a jackpot in front of the old man, and it was enough to fight.

But Feng Yiming reacted, looked at Zhang Changhe and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhang, I toast you." Last time I was in Jianghe, thanks to you for taking care of me, now in Qingping, if there is anything I have to ask Uncle Zhang for help. ”

Zhang Changhe drank it dry in one gulp, looked at Feng Yiming who poured wine for himself, and said with a smile: "It's your kid's luck, Miao Miao is not sensible, and I want you to bear with me." The two of them were talking to each other, and they both knew what the other was saying, but there were still people at the table who couldn't understand it.

Lu Fei smiled bitterly and looked at Feng Yiming and Zhang Changhe, who were playing dumb riddles, and then looked at Feng Wei'an and Li Ping, who were a little confused, and had to come forward to explain: "Last time in Jianghe, a former colleague's child was ignorant, and he took the things at home to send Miao Miao, but Yiming saw that it was too valuable and stopped it, and Ye Zi was also present at that time. ”

Feng Wei'an smiled reluctantly, how could he have such a restless son, he was sent to Jianghe during the summer vacation, and he actually caused some trouble, turned his head to look at his son with a calm face, and thought that he didn't know how true or false what Lu Fei said.

Mother Feng didn't think about these things, "Eat vegetables, eat vegetables, Miao Miao ate in the cafeteria at noon today, eat more." ”

Feng Yiming and Zhang Changhe glanced at each other, they understood each other's meaning, the rest of the thing was to get Zhang Miao, Feng Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, this is your daughter, you can't let me go!