Zhou Yan

"Your mother and I met when we were young, and we got married at the age of 20." At the dinner table, the city lord sighed, no longer the spirit of the day: "I have you in the second year after marriage."

The madam didn't answer, and Zhou Mingchao, who was sitting beside him, also made a sound. Shen Xian, who had been clasping his fingers, looked up and around. Seeing that no one had any intention of speaking, he moved his buttocks, and said cautiously: "Then you and my mother , the feeling is very good."

……

The city lord took a deep breath, that's all, he is not going to have this son, so let's kill him tonight.

"Old Shen," the city lord turned to call the steward, "bring me the family law."

"Father!" Shen Xian turned pale with shock, and tightened the sleeves of his wife and Zhou Mingchao from left to right, as if holding two life-saving talismans: "What are you doing? Please ask family law every now and then, you can't Let people rest."

It is also very tiring to run from the ancestral hall to his back and buttocks every day.

"Master!" Madam said angrily, implying complaints.

"Uncle." Zhou Mingchao's tone was flat, implying excuses.

At that time, the moon was bright and the wind was clear, and there were insects chirping in the grass, but the city lord didn't even have the strength to sigh. I can't do anything until I vomit blood.

"I'm not yet forty this year." The city lord leaned back on the chair, and the table full of delicacies couldn't arouse his interest, and he was visibly depressed: "I already look like a bad old man, to be honest, Shen Xian, since I was born Without you, your mother and I have been together for ten years."

Shen Xian counted with his fingers, hesitated for a while, and said: "Then, didn't you make money?"

"……Ugh!"

Shen Xian couldn't sit still, and with this sigh, he always felt that his father's lungs would also be sighed together, so he secretly gave Zhou Mingchao a look: Did he say the wrong thing?

Zhou Mingchao put down the teacup. Although he didn't understand it, it didn't stop him from being shocked. He glanced at the table and signaled Shen Xian to eat more and talk less.

"Let's eat!" When Shen Xian was about to move, the vicissitudes of the city lord's tone sounded again on the dining table: "I only have one thing, don't kill people, set fires, commit crimes, and your parents will not be able to stay in the prison Get you out of here, your mother and I will spend the rest of our lives here, you let us live in peace."

"Father, our house is going to be broken... Ugh!"

Before Shen Xian finished speaking, Zhou Mingchao stuffed a piece of pork head into his mouth: "Eat some dishes."

Zhou Mingchao gracefully withdrew his chopsticks, blinking his eyes to cover up his thoughts, eat what you want, and grow your brains.

"Eat, eat." Regarding the issue of educating her son, the wife has never been very involved. She has not said much, and she served a bowl of chicken soup for the city lord: "Drink a bowl of soup first, to replenish your body."

The city lord took a sip and drank it. He was afraid that he would go west when he was in his prime. During this period of time, he paid special attention to health preservation. He put ginseng and antler in his food. During this time, he picked food outside the city lord's mansion. All the wild cats have gained weight.

"Brother Zhou, you're welcome! Pick whatever you want." As the host, Shen Xian felt that he had the obligation to greet the guests, but it was limited to greeting guests.

While he was being polite, he stretched out the next door to pick up the outermost plate of fried matsutake, but because of his short hand, he stretched his hand to the longest, but he still couldn't reach it, and he couldn't stand up to pick it up. In that case, the city lord will take the opportunity to say that there are no rules.

Shen Xian tried his chopsticks twice in the air, and finally returned empty-handed. The matsutake mushrooms in this season are fresh and tender, and Shen Xian thought that he would not be able to eat them today.

Shen Xian was about to switch to the green beans and shrimps in front of his wife. Zhou Mingchao had already picked up a chopstick of matsutake and put it on the small plate in front of Shen Xian. Because of the distance, Zhou Mingchao easily picked up the plate of matsutake.

"Brother Zhou!" Shen Xian happily returned a large piece of fish head to Zhou Mingchao: "Thank you."

At the dinner table, every move was obvious, and the city lord and his wife were a little stunned.

"Ming Dynasty, are you and Xian'er on such a good relationship?" Madam scooped up a bowl of soup for both of them, smiling softly, the two children getting closer is what they most wanted to see.

Zhou Mingchao took the soup bowl, and was a little taken aback when he heard this.

"Then what's the matter!" Shen Xian bit the matsutake: "Brother Zhou sees me turn over a new leaf, start a new life, and get back together with me, can't you?"

"Get back together," the city lord snorted, the ginseng chicken soup and dinner restored his strength, the exhausted city lord who was tortured by Shen Xian just now was just a hallucination: "Ming Dynasty, watch this kid carefully, be careful not to be tricked by him .”

Zhou Mingchao was very relaxed: "No."

"Why did I cheat him!" Shen Xian was not convinced, I will sue you for slander!

"That fish head," the city lord said in a gloomy voice, and glanced at the fish head that Shen Xian gave him in Zhou Mingchao's plate: "When Shen Xian was young, his mother pitied him, and every meal he ate fish head must belong to him." , this kid has been eating fish heads for more than ten years, and he has long been complaining and impatient, if he hadn't caught you just now, or the person holding the fish head and chewing on it tonight would be him, believe it or not."

The author has something to say:

Shen Xian (turning sideways with a guilty conscience for some reason): "Father, stop talking, I believe it."

come on! Come on!Let's make it together!