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The people of the capital are in a good mood.

Only Gao Ming, father and son, squatted in the small garden, looking at the few delicate small bowls in front of each of them on the small round table, staring at each other bitterly.

In fact, the breakfast is very rich, boiled fragrant white rice porridge, fragrant white flour steamed buns, plus pickles with golden color and good taste, ruddy and crispy fried peanuts, not to mention eating, just looking at it makes people have a great appetite and move their index fingers.

Especially for the bitter father-son duo who only ate a bowl of scrambled eggs and dry rice yesterday because the hostess was unhappy, this is definitely a good breakfast.

That is, the portion size is slightly smaller.

But do you need to make such a "small" bowl? Gao Ming looked at the small bowl that was only half the size of his fist like a special cup for drinking tea, with a cold sweat on his face, if it weren't for the fact that his mother was "laughing and groaning" on the side and watching the father and son eat with great interest, he would definitely go to the State Administration for Industry and Commerce to complain about the manufacturer of the bowl.

Although we in China advocate respecting the old and loving the young, we can't say that we discriminate against adults.

With such a bowl, Gao Ming felt that he could only eat half full after eating twenty bowls by himself.

"Eat! What, do you think Mom is doing badly? President Shangguan had a faint smile on his face, especially when he saw the bitter father and son duo with a bitter face, the warm smile on his face was almost flowing out.

"Ahem, that's there, it's delicious, it's just too much." Teacher Gao replied with a little bitterness and drank the porridge in a small bowl.

"Oh, I think the bowl is small, the big bowl at home is hard to wash, and the small bowl that happens to drink tea is very suitable, but there are too few, only two left, so I only cook so much, I can only grieve the two of you will be a little." President Shangguan's eyes swept over the table, and he said casually and lightly.

Moreover, the initiative ignores the reason why steamed buns are also so exquisite. Perhaps, President Shangguan is too lazy to find the reason. As the eldest in the family, do you need to find a reason to do something?

"I can wash it."

"I can buy it."

Father and son spoke at the same time.

Then they glanced at each other, stared at each other, and the next line was robbed, how to fix it?

The tall male director in uniform, who is usually majestic and unsmiling, and the male god in the minds of countless girls in the school, Mr. Gao, rush to express his true willingness to eat enough and not mind doing his own work.

"That's all, love to eat or not." President Shangguan's face was like frost, and he slapped the small round table, and the president of the Gao family was full of momentum.

Gao Ming was extremely fast, drank all the porridge in one gulp, reached out his hand, and twisted two "Wangzi Little Steamed Buns" with two fingers that were no more than twice the size of his own fingers and threw them into his mouth, leaving the remaining two for the father who reacted a little slower.

If you don't eat it again, the table was overturned by the domineering president's mother, but she couldn't even eat Wangzai's small steamed buns.

In this era, no matter whether it is a big steamed bun or a small steamed bun, as long as you have steamed bread to eat, you will be happy. The single dogs who don't have steamed buns to eat are still lining up.

Whether it is to meet that need, the truth is the same, and Mr. Gao, who is a bachelor, still understands this truth.

The stinky boy really has no discipline, and the tall director who lost the opportunity and didn't "perform" in front of his wife secretly scolded himself, and quickly drank up the porridge in front of him with lightning speed, and swallowed the remaining two steamed buns in one bite by the way.

At this point, the domineering president's face turned a little pale, and he snorted coldly and ordered: "Clean up, go to the old man, everyone will go over today." ”

The hard-pressed father and son duo such as Feng Lunyin, each quickly picked up the various dishes and chopsticks in front of them, and washed the dishes diligently.

I believe that the women who saw the scene of the two male gods were absolutely shattered into glass slag in their hearts. What about the handsomeness that is good? How did you become a housewife?

The corners of the domineering president's mouth curled slightly. It's called femdom.

It's a pity that one of them is to be taught to another woman, thinking of this, the domineering female president plans to find a future daughter-in-law to ask for training fees, which is also a technical job.

The father-son duo sat in the car, nibbling on freshly baked sweet truffle bread and burst into tears. A slap and a sweet date is not a trick they usually use! Why did you use them today?

I know so, but why is my heart full of gratitude?

Old Man Gao's courtyard is indeed very lively today.

When Gao Ming's family of three arrived, the small courtyard was already full of people.

Only a tenth of them were seen last time, and most of them were unfamiliar faces.

Seeing Gao Ming's family walk in the door, almost all of them stood up to greet them, seeing this situation, even the always calm teacher Gao couldn't help but have an urge to run, is this a group to come to the old man to fight the autumn breeze?

However, the white fat man Zhen Huan rushed over with a sigh, and Gao Ming could only silently dispel this idea. For this familiar cousin, Gao Ming still likes it quite a lot.

Seeing this, Gao Zikai simply didn't introduce him personally, and directly asked the white fat man to take Gao Ming to meet with relatives who had never met.

I don't know if it's Gao Ming's illusion, except for Gao Zizheng, who was sitting on the side with a proud face, the father and son were the same as the last time they didn't treat him very much, and the attitude of the other elders and Gao Ming when they first stepped here was completely earth-shaking.

Not only was the second uncle and the third uncle enthusiastic, but he robbed the white fat man Zhen Huanxi's business, and pulled Gao Ming to introduce relatives to Gao Ming: "This is your second uncle, your third uncle, your eldest uncle, your second aunt, your second aunt。。。。。。 ”

After introducing the elders in the whole round, Gao Ming, who was dizzy and dizzy in remembering the names and generations, really admired the power of his own general grandfather, perfect. Including his father, four girls and six sons, this can compete with the old Yang family of the Great Song Dynasty, Yang Invincible, Yang Invincible, eight sons and two daughters, full of loyalty, this Gao family is not bad, if you go to the battlefield, your own sons can form a class.

There are as many as twenty elders, not to mention those cousins who have grown up with 1+1 is definitely greater than two, and it is a lively introduction, but fortunately, Mr. Gao has a head comparable to that of a computer, and it is not easy to remember everyone.

Mr. Gao is still remembering here, and he feels that the atmosphere is suddenly a little weird, and his group of enthusiastic cousins who just hugged him and kissed him just now seem to be staring at him with a longing look and staring at his purse.

It's the elders who seem to be sitting on the side leisurely drinking tea and chatting and smiling, and their eyes are also glancing and glancing.

It seems that he is also staring at the purse.

Gao Ming was creepy. What do you want to do? Robbing the poor? Either you are the chief of this and the general, or the director of the division, is it appropriate to keep an eye on the purse of the poorest human soul engineer?

No one felt out of place.

Teacher Xiao Gao pretended to be forced to send the good things everywhere last time, who doesn't know about the Gao family? Didn't you see that even the most undesirable Gao Zizheng and his son were sitting there with their faces salivating? Even if they disdain the elixir of Gao Ming, who doesn't have a daughter-in-law?

Having a daughter-in-law means having an old father-in-law and mother-in-law, and having a mother-in-law means that you must be filial. The cause and effect in this world is so wonderful.

I don't like someone anymore and even hate someone, but I have to be cheeky and beg for it at this time.

"Brothers and sisters, what's the matter?" Gao Ming swallowed his foam, feeling that he had not come to his grandfather's house, and seemed to have fallen into a wolf's den.

Then, the group of "wolves" collectively set their eyes on the white fat man whose face was a little pale and was quietly slipping out.

Zhen Huanxi really wants to see the slip of the stitches. It's a pity that because of the size, the crowd doesn't have such a big slit at all.