Favorite!Haunted by President Bingshan

Bayview Apartments

After returning home last night, Xia Xing fell asleep and woke up at nine o'clock in the morning. Her head was still very uncomfortable. She rubbed her temples and said to herself while soaking in honey water:

"If you drink too much in the future, I will be Song Ziyang, a fool."

On the other side at home, Song Ziyang sneezed loudly and muttered, who is scolding me again!

Gulu drank the honey water in one breath, and after cleaning the cup, Xia Xing sat at the desk, picked up the half-read book on the side, and continued to read. Her head still hurt a little, and she rubbed her forehead and temples from time to time.

As usual, after reading for an hour, she got up to prepare breakfast, and after breakfast, she read the rest of the content.

She was going home today, so she called his father Xia Dongyang in advance.

After eating some bread and drinking a glass of juice at noon, she packed up her things, called a ride, and rushed back to her suburban home.

......

Her home is a two-story self-built house. There is a small courtyard in front of the house, where some flowers and plants are planted, and some home-cooked vegetables are planted behind the house.

Xia Dongyang heard that she was coming back, so after lunch, he began to prepare her favorite dishes.

"What delicious food?"

Xia Xing suddenly poked his head in from the kitchen window.

Xia Dongyang was so frightened that he held up a long spoon with a look of shock on his face,

"Damn girl, you're going to scare your old man to death!"

Xia Xing giggled, walked in through the door next to him, grabbed his arm, turned his face sideways,

"Old man, do you miss me?"

Xia Dongyang knocked on her head, "Think."

Xia Xing raised his face, "Hey... I knew it."

As she spoke, she lifted the lid of the stove with one hand, and the aroma of herbal chicken soup rushed to her face. She took a deep breath,

"It's delicious!"

Then he glanced at the person next to him,

"It's still my old man who treats me well, and cooks soup for me every time he comes back."

Xia Dongyang looked at her with a smile,

"It's good to know, this pot is yours, and you will finish it later."

"That's too much."

"Too much? Then don't drink."

"Oh, you old man..."

......

The two father and daughter hadn't seen each other for two months. They chatted in the kitchen for a long time, and they didn't finish the meal until the sun was about to set and sat down at the dining table.

It was rare for his daughter to come back, and Xia Dongyang was in a good mood. He took out the white wine that had been preserved for many years from the cabinet, poured a glass for Xia Xing, and poured another glass for himself. He raised his glass, "Come on, have a drink with your old man."

Xia Xing drank the soup, put down the spoon, raised his cup to touch him, took a sip, and remembered what he said in the morning.

Well, she is Song Ziyang, a big fool.

Song Ziyang sneezed loudly at the dinner table, damn it, who is scolding me again!

Xia Xing put some vegetables into Xia Dongyang's bowl,

"Don't just drink, eat some food."

He looked at the dishes in the bowl, picked up the chopsticks and ate a little, then took another sip.

The two chatted while eating, laughing loudly and in a warm atmosphere. Halfway through eating, Xia Xing put down his chopsticks, took out a bank card from his backpack, and handed it to Xia Dongyang.

"There are 50 in it, honoring you."

Xia Dongyang glanced at it, put it back in front of Xia Xing,

"Your own money, you collect it yourself."

Xia Xing picked up the card and put it in his hand again, pretending to be a threat,

"Just keep it well. This money is for my father. If you don't take it, you won't be my father."

"Whether you accept it or not, I am your father, so you have the final say?"

Xia Dongyang picked up a chopstick and hit Xia Xing on the head.

"My mother has the final say," Xia Xing said mischievously, "Why don't you burn some incense now and ask?"

The result was another knock on the head.

"speak politely."

Xia Xing patted his knocked head, pouted,

"I just want to make money for you to spend. If you finally get some money, you can accept it."

"I have money, a pension, enough."

"Different!"

"What's different?"

"Old man, this is the money your daughter gave you. It's different. It's money with love in it. Do you understand?"

"Understood, but I don't need that much money, you keep it for yourself."

"I have money, enough."

"Then save it for later use."

"Then save it."

The two of you pushed me, Xia Xing laughed, "Those who don't know think how rich our family is."