Zhuang Yousheng continued to lobby without giving up: As long as Korean women go out, they must wear makeup.

Butterfly sneered and fought back, but I'm not a Korean woman, right?

Along the way, Zhuang Yousheng was thinking about where to eat, eating in an ordinary restaurant was not interesting, always thinking that he should find a special place, and he suddenly thought of the ducks in the sunset garden.

He thought, "Well, Wuji, they must not have been. She must have never eaten the duck in the sunset garden. The sunset garden is not only good for ducks, but also beautiful in the garden, just take the two of them to go shopping, one to eat ducks, and the other to see the garden.

This proposal was indeed appreciated by both the butterfly and the kite. Especially the kite, not to mention how excited I was, I kept asking along the way: Have you arrived? How far is it going?

After a while, he said, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Butterfly pulls out a piece of chocolate, breaks off a piece for him, and puts the rest back in her bag. Zhi Kite looked at the big chocolate on his fingernails, and pouted, and said, "Mom, that's it?"

The butterfly looked at it casually and said, "That's it." Nope.

Zhi Kite cried with a sad face and complained to Zhuang Yousheng, who was driving: Dad, Mom gave me so much chocolate.

Zhuang Yousheng shook his eyes, and blamed the butterfly and said: You can give more, there are so many chocolates in the refrigerator at home, if you don't eat it, it will be bad.

But the butterfly did not give up, saying: You can't eat more, people are stupid if they eat too much. I think he's stupid enough.

The kite was unhappy and said, "Why am I stupid?"

The butterfly crooked her mouth and said, "You, the poem I taught you last time has not been memorized to this day, isn't it stupid, what is it?"

The kite carefully put the little bit of chocolate in her mouth, as if she was afraid that she would disappear if she was not careful, and licked her fingers by the way, and then said: "Mom, I don't understand that poem."

The butterfly said: It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just recite it.

Zhuang Yousheng listened, and persuaded him: Wuji, so little child, what poems do you memorize?

Butterfly said: If you don't give him something to do, isn't he idle? It bothers me when I'm idle.

Along the way, he kept bickering, until he got out of the highway intersection and got off the ramp, Zhuang Yousheng said: It's almost there!

The controversy over reciting poems in the car came to an end. The kite immediately became excited, and her head was almost sticking out of the window.

The ducks in the garden are famous, they came early, ordered a whole duck, and the late diners basically couldn't eat the duck.

Zhuang Yousheng ordered a whole one, and the butterfly said: Do you order so much to eat?

Zhuang Yousheng disagreed, and said: You forgot, you still have to eat tomorrow, take half more home, and you can eat it when it is hot tomorrow. It's good to stay and taste it, and it's rare to come once, so eat more.

The duck is really extraordinary. Even butterflies, a basic herbivore, couldn't stand this delicacy, and ate several pieces in a row, full of praise: well, it's delicious, and there is no fishy smell of duck at all. Why is the meat so tender? What ducks are made of?

Zhuang Yousheng only grabbed one chopstick, then stopped, and watched the two of them eat, happier than anything else. He clipped a piece for the kite, but the chopsticks were not very skillful, so the butterfly let him grab it with both hands and eat it directly.

He nibbled on the slimy sauce on his cheeks.

Zhuang Yousheng deliberately picked one of the thighs and put it in the butterfly bowl. Said with a smile: Wuji, you eat more, you see how thin you are.

The butterfly gave him a blank look and said, "You're welcome, I'll eat it myself."

Zhuang Yousheng said softly: It's delicious, eat more. I don't usually know what you eat at home alone?

Butterfly felt that a young student on the table next to him had been looking at him, so he was a little unhappy, and said to Zhuang Yousheng in a low voice: Don't be like this, everyone is looking at us.

Zhuang Yousheng didn't raise his eyelids, with a look of no one in his eyes, and said very arrogantly: Don't pay attention to others, we will eat ours. In the United States, if you look at someone like this, you will immediately invite a fight.

Butterfly said: Americans are so fond of fighting?

Zhuang Yousheng said: It's not that I like to fight, this is personal privacy. If you look innocently at someone, it's some kind of provocation. When I was younger, I must have stood up and gone to trouble him.

According to Zhuang Yousheng's temper, he will indeed be like this, if he doesn't find fault and fight, he will at least stand in front of the other party and ask what it means to look at his wife like this? But now that he has been back to China for many years, he is gradually getting used to the philosophy of survival here. Here, sometimes people are just curious, not provocative, and most of the people here are kind and not malicious. If it is a provocation, then directly fight. If you're curious, you can ignore it. Besides, with children around, everything must be cautious.

The butterfly looked at him and said, "So where now?"

Zhuang Youchang sighed and said: Now it is considered to be a local custom. Still, you want me to fight?

The butterfly smiled and said: absolutely nothing!

At this time, the mother and son at the next table had already stood up and were ready to leave. The butterfly glanced at the future life out of the corner of her eyes: she was dressed luxuriously, and the inconspicuous watch on her wrist cost hundreds of thousands, to say the least. The old woman with clear eyebrows wore a thin coat that looked simple, but it was absolutely well-made and cut. She is very simple, there are no accessories, a black handbag, and there is a string of Buddhist beads on the wrist of her right hand, although the butterfly does not know this very well, but it looks like a rosary of small leaf red sandalwood. In short, this mother and son are not amazing in appearance, but if you taste it carefully, they are definitely from rich backgrounds.

I thought to myself, it's not bad for people to look at, but this look is a little frivolous. It's a pity that such a beautiful skin.

The butterfly looked thoughtfully at the mother and son who were drinking tea and eating snacks and went downstairs one after the other, so she changed the topic, stuffed the leg into the bowl of the kite, and said lovingly: "Kite, come and eat more, didn't you say you were hungry?"

Zhuang Yousheng looked at the butterfly and didn't say anything, just lifted the chopsticks again, quietly picked up the other leg, and put it into the butterfly's bowl. The butterfly looked at the bowl and the duck leg that came and went, and she couldn't laugh or cry. The appetite of butterflies has been tossed in the past few years, and the two taels are insufficient, and after eating a little fiercely, they already feel full.

After the three of them finished eating, they went downstairs, the night was already in the sunset garden, a dark street lamp, the surroundings were desolate, the mountains and rocks were piled up everywhere, and the road was a little uneven. Recently, butterflies have been looking at the computer, their eyes are becoming more and more inflexible, and they are reluctant to wear glasses, so they are okay in the near distance, and they can't see clearly in the distance.

A stumbling foot, almost fell, and Zhuang Yousheng grabbed it.

Zhuang Yousheng lost his voice and said: Be careful, look at the road.

The butterfly said, "It's okay."