Yang Yang stretched out his little finger and hooked it towards Qi Yan......

"Huh?" Qi Yan leaned his head over with a smile.

Scold!

"Ah......" Qi Yan covered his forehead and glared at the fork in Yangyang's hand, "Stinky boy, why are you forking." My brain? ”

"Third Uncle will show you something!" Yangyang elf-like, licking. Licked the ketchup off your hands.

And then from the fart. The bottom of the strand is pumped down. Out of a long wooden plank—

Bang~.

Fall to the table!

The shock made the nerves of several elders tense.

Qi Yan rubbed his head, then widened his eyes, picked up the wooden board, and saw a few crooked characters engraved on the wooden board, and Qi Yan read it out loud-

"Dead Father's Soul Seat of the Black Earth of the Night!"

Poof-

Old Man Qi squirted out a sip of tea......

Song Ruling hurriedly took a towel and wiped it for the old man.

For a time, the Qi family was all petrified!

Qi Ye Mo Ying's cold face was a little distorted.

The eagle falcon's eyes stared at the wooden board, especially the few big characters carved on it, which was completely miserable!

Qi Yan was stunned for three seconds, and then burst out laughing: "Wahahahaha......"

Yang Yang glanced at Qi Yan, stretched out his little arm, snatched back the wooden board from Qi Yan's hand, and the little guy said in a rare and serious manner-

"Third uncle, are you illiterate? It's obviously Qi Yemo, where is Qi Ye's black soil? Also, please be serious about my father's spiritual position! I haven't had time to make a pedestal yet, so I can't stand up for the time being......"

Yang Yang is small. His face was tangled, completely ignoring Qi Ye's face on the other side of the table.

"Aha...... Qi Er, your son...... Hahaha...... It's amazing......" Qi Yan looked at Yangyang's extremely serious appearance and laughed even more rampantly.

Old Man Qi frowned tightly and reprimanded, "Third child, don't be afraid that the world will not be chaotic!" ”

"Haha...... Dad, it seems that the one who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic is your good grandson......" Qi Yan laughed so much that tears flowed out.

Qi Yemo's face was cold, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end, but the knife and fork in his hand had quietly deformed.

Chen Chen glanced at the wooden block in Yang Yang's hand, and said lightly: "The two words of black soil are carved too openly, and if you engrave them tightly, it is the ink word." ”

"Oh! I'll keep an eye out next time! "Yangyang is rare to be taught.

"And next time? Haha......" Qi Yan smiled while wiping his tears, "Hey, Yangyang, you're so weird...... Curse you. It's not like that's how Dad died......

But he didn't want to, Yang Yang glanced at Qi Yan, "Third uncle, the spiritual position is here, do you still use me to curse him to death?" ”

The implication is that Yang Yang has already died as his father.

"......" Qi Yan gasped, and his laughter became more and more unscrupulous.

Then, Yang Yang took out a crumpled napkin from his pocket, then found a pen and wrote the word "piano" in a twisted manner.

Then I asked Qi Yan for a lighter.

In front of everyone, burn a napkin with "piano" written on it......

"Ah, Yangyang can't play with fire!" The elders were shocked.

Yangyang said to Qi Yan: "Didn't the third uncle say that my father can play the piano?" Then I'll burn a piano for him and let him play enough! ”

Suddenly, snap-

There was a loud bang.

Qi Yemo slammed his palm on the dining table, shaking the table three times.

"Qi, Si, Yang!"

Because of this loud noise, Yangyang's little hands trembled reflexively, and the napkins that had not yet burned fell on the dining table, quickly burning the expensive and beautiful tablecloth......

(Thinker)