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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

Beichen Shixi and Beichen Shaoting, father and son, are playing chess.

The father and son sat in almost the same position, serious and straight.

It's just that Beichen Shixi's brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were staring at the chessboard in front of him.

Compared with Beichen Shixi, Beichen Shaoting's expression was very relaxed.

He glanced down at the chess game in front of him, then at Beichen Shaoting opposite, and finally raised his eyebrows a little proudly.

"You've lost!"

He has won this game!

Beichen Shixi's face was a little ugly, and he snorted disdainfully: "Stinky boy, no matter how arrogant you are, I gave birth to you!" ”

Although it was a bit embarrassing to lose to his son, at this time, he was happy in his heart.

This feeling...... It's like a tree that I have been fortunate to have cultivated for many years, and finally grown into the proudest and best appearance.

He really wanted to see this scene.

"Okay, isn't it just a game of chess, if you lose, you lose!" At this time, Ning Ziqi walked over with the dishes and couldn't help but joke.

Mo Qianqian also followed.

"The hot pot is ready, and you can eat it in a while." She glanced at Beichen Shaoting and Beichen Shixi, and then said softly.

"Mengmeng, why hasn't she come down yet?" Mo Qianqian raised Beichen Shaoting's wrist, glanced at the time of the watch on his wrist, and then asked the servant who was helping on the side suspiciously.

"I just saw that Miss went back, so I'm going to call her down." The servant paused, then turned and walked out of the dining room.

………………

The dishes were all set, and then the chef brought the fragrant hot pot soup.

Considering that Beichen Shixi and Beichen Shaoting don't like chili peppers, and there are pregnant women at home, the hot pot is a mandarin duck pot, with a spicy flavor on one side and a light flavor on the other.

"This is the best, the family eats hot pot in harmony, which is a bit like the New Year." Ning Ziqi suddenly said with emotion.

Last year, during the Chinese New Year, because all kinds of bad things happened, I basically ignored it.

When it comes to the Chinese New Year this year, they must celebrate it well.

"What's like the New Year?" At this time, at the door of the restaurant, there was the voice of Beichen Yumeng.

She was holding a mobile phone and slowly walked into the restaurant.

As soon as she entered, she couldn't help but scream.

"It's so fragrant......" As soon as he smelled the fragrant smell of the hot pot, Beichen Yumeng's foodie nature was immediately exposed.

"Wipe your saliva and don't drip it into the pot!" Beichen Shaoting glanced at Beichen Yumeng's lips with disgust......

Hearing this, Beichen Yumeng hurriedly reached out and wiped her lips, and then glanced at Beichen Shaoting dissatisfiedly: "How can there be saliva!" ”

"Okay, Shaoting, don't tease her, you can start moving chopsticks." Ning Ziqi smiled helplessly, and then poured juice for Mo Qianqian and Beichen Yumeng.

Beichen Shaoting's father and son drank red wine.

Just as everyone was about to start eating with chopsticks, Beichen Yumeng suddenly picked up the mobile phone and began to speak into the mobile phone screen.

"Our family eats hot pot tonight, it's so fragrant!"

At first, everyone thought she was talking to herself, until they heard a familiar voice on their phone.

"Don't eat too much, and don't eat anything too exciting." It was Ling Yifeng's commanding voice.

Only then did everyone understand that this girl was talking to Ling Yifeng on the phone.

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