Zhao Lao Wu didn't expect him to drink so violently, and he was just about to teach him how to drink this wine, when he saw Zhao Hui, who had finally stopped coughing, poured another glass into his mouth.

Zhao Lao Wu was a little dumbfounded, and hurriedly picked up his wine glass, drank it in one gulp, and then poured another glass and drank it again, for fear that if he was one step slower, he would drink a little less than Zhao Hui.

After two glasses of wine, Zhao Hui couldn't drink it anymore.

It doesn't taste good, and I don't know why people who say that wine is a good thing like it.

And Zhao Lao Wu was afraid that he would drink less, and he couldn't even take care of eating peanuts, so he drank one cup after another, and after a while, he felt that his tongue began to disobey the command, and his brain was dizzy from alcohol.

"Father, am I your son?"

Confused, Zhao Lao Wu heard Zhao Hui's inquiry, couldn't help grinning, laughed with a big tongue and said: "Of course you are my son, I saw your mother give birth to you with my own eyes, you are not my son, whose son can it be?" ”

After getting a definite answer again, Zhao Hui only felt as if he had swallowed Coptis chinensis in his mouth, bitter and uncomfortable.

"Then why are you doing this to me? Other people's fathers will plan for their sons, why don't you plan for me? Zhao Hui said and poured another glass of wine for Zhao Lao Wu, and asked full of puzzlement.

However, when Zhao Lao Wu heard this, he seemed to have heard some joke, and slapped the table with a smile: "What am I planning for you?" Raising a child with a hiccup...... Anti-aging, you know? I gave birth to you and raised you, so that you can provide for me in the future, I ...... Belch...... Why are you planning for it? Are you Lao Tzu or am I Lao Tzu? Let me bother to plan for you, what do you think? What kind of thing do you have to do if you have the ability? ”

Zhao Hui looked at his natural appearance, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Yes, are you Lao Tzu, or am I Lao Tzu?" ”

You haven't done what a father should do, why should I do what a son should do?

However, Zhao Hui didn't say the latter sentence, and Zhao Lao Wu naturally didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhao Lao Wu just listened to the first half of Zhao Hui's words, and smiled with a satisfied face: "Yes, you remember, I am your Laozi, and I will be your Laozi for the rest of my life, no matter what I do to you, you have to honor me well, you know?" ”

Zhao Hui saw that he still had the face to say this, so he sneered lightly, and continued to ask as if he didn't care, "Then why are you different from Baocai?" It's also a son, why don't you care about me, but you care about everything? ”

"Huh? Don't blame me for that. Zhao Lao Wu immediately stopped doing it when he heard this, stared at the big eyes that fluttered, and solemnly declared: "I treat you and your brother the same, no one cares, if you want to say that it is different for the two of you, it is also your mother who is different for the two of you, but I have done it impartially, I don't carry this pot." ”

I don't know if it's because of drinking, Zhao Hui listened to Zhao Lao Wu's words, his mind didn't turn for a while, and after a while, he understood what Zhao Lao Wu said.

Zhao Hui seriously recalled the past again, and found that it seemed to be the case.

In his memory, his father Zhao Lao Wu has always fed the whole family by himself and is not hungry, as long as he is full, he will not care who is still hungry, whether it is his wife or son, Zhao Lao Wu does not care. If you want to say that he treats his brothers differently, he is really the only one who is his mother, Zhang Dachun.

Thinking about it, Zhao Hui suddenly laughed, laughing at himself for thinking that it was unfair for so long, and he didn't see this fact clearly.

"That father, I really thank you for treating me like my brother, come, I'll toast you again." Zhao Hui said and poured another glass of wine for Zhao Lao Wu, and he didn't know whether he was really thanking or mocking.

In this way, Zhao Hui and Zhao Lao Wu drank a plate of peanuts, one sentence per person, and one cup per person.

Zhang Dachun worked for a long time, and when he came home, he saw two drunks sleeping dimly on the dining table, with only crooked empty wine bottles and a few peanuts left on the table.

"Mother, I'm really indebted to you." Zhang Dachun scolded and scolded, picked up the meat and rice noodles that Zhao Hui bought back and went to cook, not caring about the two of them who slept crookedly.

And just when the rice was about to come out of the pot, Zhao Baocai, who had been playing all morning, happened to come back from a stuck, he saw Zhang Dachun using the noodles under the meat wok, and he also didn't care about the drunken couple, picked up the bowl and filled the noodles and went back to the house to sit on the side of the kang and snort and eat.

Zhao Hui was so noisy by his sound of sucking noodles that he opened his eyes, and saw that Zhao Baocai was sucking noodles and sucking the fragrance, and without anyone saying, he took a bowl and put two chopsticks and noodles in the pot in the kitchen, and ate it too.

He was drinking too much just now, and he vomited it all after a while, and at this time his stomach was empty and uncomfortable, and he couldn't stand it at all if he didn't eat something.

Zhang Dachun saw that he unceremoniously scooped up two large chopsticks and noodles, and he twitched in distress, and couldn't help but start complaining to him: "When I come back, I know how to eat, I have to go home to cook for you after a morning of work, and you can eat it too?" ”

"Why can't I eat it?" Zhao Hui took a sip of soup and said lightly: "Your man can still eat at home when he drinks and sleeps, your youngest son runs all over the street, and he doesn't work or go home to cook for you. ”

"What are you talking about? Your brother is still a child, what are you doing with him? As soon as Zhang Dachun heard him say that he was the youngest son, he immediately quit.

"yes, eighteen-year-old, that's a little kid." Zhao Hui sneered sarcastically, and said nonchalantly: "When I was seven or eight years old, I didn't see you treat me like a child, I didn't see you protect me like this, let alone you worked hard to make me stutter." You say I'm climbing, you don't say anything at home that day, you don't say it, but you catch me with the accusation that I finally went home to rest, why can't I climb? ”

Zhang Dachun was speechless, and just wanted to say something, but Zhao Hui had already finished drinking the noodles, put down the bowl and left.

This is not the first time that Zhao Hui has scolded her mercilessly, but her words of defense have no effect at all in Zhao Hui, for this son who does not eat oil and salt, Zhang Dachun doesn't know how to get along with him now.

Zhao Hui returned to his room and closed his eyes and ignored the outside affairs.

In fact, he didn't fall asleep just now, and he could hear Zhang Dachun's complaint when he came back, but he didn't feel good about his stomach at the time and didn't want to move.

Reincarnation is a technical job, and he didn't know how many sins he had done in his previous life to have such a pair of parents.

He didn't like the parents.

Really, he didn't like it at all.

Of course, they didn't like him either.

(End of chapter)