Last year, the reason why Mr. Zhuang's birthday was so big was because of the engagement ceremony between Yang Huan and Zhuang Ziqing.

This year, the old man decided to make it simpler and set up a table at home so that the family could come back and get together.

When Yang Huan and his wife arrived, the whole family had arrived.

Zhuang Zicheng came back from Shenzhen yesterday and met in the morning.

As for Zhuang Mingyang, who is busy with official business on weekdays, he went home early in the afternoon, and even dared to cook a few dishes himself.

But Yang Huan is used to eating things cooked in small steps on weekdays, and he really doesn't dare to compliment Zhuang Mingyang's cooking skills.

But what can be done?

He is not only an old man, but also a high-ranking official at the core of power, don't give a few good words, okay?

Don't look at him Yang Huan never pats people on the back on weekdays, but he is often patted on the back, he shoots a lot, and he has learned a little, and a few words that are not painful make Zhuang Mingyang smile from ear to ear, and clink glasses with him.

Even the old birthday star's sycophants were filmed, which made the family eat happily.

Zhuang Ziqing was also very happy in her heart, of course she knew that with Yang Huan's arrogant personality, she was willing to pat her family's ass, on the one hand, it was an elder, and on the other hand, it was not because of her?

So, she secretly gave her husband a thumbs up, and there was a kind of rush to go home at night and reward you.

Yang Huan is not drunk with a thousand cups, and Old Man Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang are both wine fairies who were killed from officialdom, so ah, this meal, the three of them drank from six o'clock to more than ten o'clock in the evening and refused to stop.

The unlucky Zhuang Zicheng was unconscious after three cups.

"Oh, Ah Huan, I'm already a little brainy, you look like you're still like no one, I really don't know what you're made of, you're really not drunk!" Zhuang Mingyang's face was red from drinking, and he spoke with the smell of wine.

The old man Zhuang on the side was also a little drunk, and when he saw that Yang Huan was still fair-skinned and without any wine, he was also depressed.

I used to hear that I thought it was strange, how can there really be people who don't get drunk?

Oh, even if you don't react to alcohol at all, even if you drink water, you will have a swollen stomach, right?

Look at Yang Huan's figure and belly, how could it be possible to put so much wine into it?

"Mingyang, call the troops, and tomorrow I will pull this kid over and dissect it, and see what kind of structure he has inside!"

When Zhuang Mingyang heard this, he nodded vigorously, "Okay, just do it!" ”

Yang Huan smiled bitterly, "Two, are you so elders?" Dissect me, your daughter, your granddaughter, what to do? ”

Old Man Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang listened, glanced at each other, and felt depressed.

Hey, this kid is still using Zhuang Ziqing to blackmail them?

"You kid, okay, drink again!" Zhuang Mingyang was angry.

"Come on, I can't stand it anymore, let's go again!" The old man also raised his glass.

Yang Huan laughed again, "I said, are you still okay?" This is a fifty-two degree of Jian Nanchun, isn't it a joke? ”

"Who can't? Drink! Zhuang Mingyang was furious.

"Yes, I still don't believe it, Lao Tzu can do Little Japan, beat Lao Jiang, and you can't be a hairy boy!"

With a clang, the three of them each drank a small half glass.

Grandma Zhuang on the side shook her head when she saw it, and hurriedly came out to persuade: "Okay, okay, Lao Zhuang, don't you recognize the old, you don't look at it, you are starting to play tricks, and you still want to drink?" ”

"And you, Mingyang, you still have to work tomorrow, don't drink so much!"

Don't look at this old man Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang are both high-powered people, but in front of Grandma Zhuang, they all have to be convinced.

Hearing Grandma Zhuang's greeting, Zhuang Ziqing hurriedly came over to help clean up, and by the way, let people make wine and tea.

As a last resort, the three of them could only transfer the battlefield and go to the living room.

"Look, your grandfather and your father, I don't know how much I like this son-in-law, I'm happy!"

Grandma looked at their backs and smiled.

"No, it's rare for Ming Yang to see him drink like this on weekdays, I'm really happy!"

Zhuang Ziqing listened to the words of his grandmother and mother, and then looked at the scene of the three people in the living room arguing that they would continue to fight tomorrow, and felt funny and angry in his heart, but he also felt very warm.