Although their family has killed pigs for generations, there are no artistic cells.

However, it can still be seen who is good and who is bad.

The painting in their hands is almost several streets away from the masterpieces on TV.

"By the way, Zhao Cheng, are you a painter? Why haven't we seen you on TV before, just this drawing skill, if you participated in the competition, you should have become famous. ”

Zhao Cheng said lightly after hearing this, "I'm not very interested." ”

This is true, he usually does not have a major national event, or raids his family...... So there's really not much time.

Mother Song nodded, "That's the same, everyone pursues differently." ”

Seeing that Song Qing's parents obviously liked it, Zhao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle, aunt, and uncle, if you like it, it's fine."

"Yes, of course I do."

Dad Song said, looking at the painting and admiring it, this painting is very valuable just by looking at it.

But he's a big old man, and he really can't say any adjectives, so when he comes to his mouth, he just praises it, it's good-looking, and the painting is good.

When Song Qing walked out of the kitchen, she saw a happy scene in the living room, and her parents were talking to Zhao Cheng.

It looked like finding his long-lost biological son.

What's the situation?

Song Qing felt that maybe the way he came out was wrong.

When Song Qing walked to the coffee table in the living room with the tea, she saw that her mother had carefully put away the painting and put it in the box.

Song Qing couldn't help but look at Zhao Cheng while pouring tea for his parents.

'What the hell did you talk to my parents about being bought by you so quickly?' ’

Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows, the meaning was obvious, he didn't say anything.

It's strange, Song Qing rolled his eyes, if he didn't say anything, what the hell was his parents' expression when they saw their biological son?

Zhao Cheng glanced at his wife, picked it up and took a sip.

"How's it going, does it taste good?" Song Zhi asked with a smile.

Zhao Cheng nodded, "Well, good tea." ”

Song Qing rolled his eyes and glanced at Zhao Cheng.

That's obvious, big guy, you're talking nonsense with your eyes open.

Several people sat together, drank tea and chatted for a while, and then Song's mother spoke: "Okay, you watch TV for a while, Mom will cook pig's feet for you to eat, and eat pig's feet tonight." ”

"Okay, Mom, do you want me to help?" Song chuckled and said.

"No need, if you come to the small town once, you can accompany him." Mother Song said and turned her head to look at her husband and said, "Old Song, go and burn the pig's feet, burn the skin a little blacker, so that it can be scraped and washed and cooked to make it more delicious." ”

Dad Song nodded, "Okay, if you want it, I'll go." ”

After his parents left, the living room was quiet, and Song Qing sat opposite Zhao Cheng and looked at him while drinking tea.

Zhao Cheng put down the teacup and looked up at her, "What are you staring at me like this?" ”

Song Qing rolled his eyes, "I'm just curious about what you made to lower my parents' heads, and I don't know that I think you are their long-lost son." ”

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes and didn't speak, he didn't want to be their son, he wanted to be their son-in-law.

Song despised him and didn't speak, but picked up his phone and turned on the TV to find a TV to watch.

happened to be on TV, and when I saw "The Legend of Zhao Cheng", Song Qing was stunned and paused.

Song glanced at Zhao Cheng lightly, and was about to change it when he heard Zhao Cheng's voice in his ears.

"Zhao Cheng turn?".

Song Qing suddenly turned his head in fright when he heard his voice, Song Qing didn't expect him to be so close to him, and the corners of his lips brushed the man's cheeks with this turn of his head.