God knows what tricky questions he will ask.

"Sure! Just admit that you are stupid and you don't have to answer!" Wan Feng said slowly.

It is simply impossible for a woman who can be knocked down but not scared to admit this, especially to admit that she is stupid.

Luan Feng said stiffly, "Just answer it! As if I'm afraid."

"Listen carefully then. Imagine your father and I fell into the river together... Do you understand?"

This is a replica of your wife and your mother falling into the river together.

When Luan Feng heard this question, she thought it was not difficult. It was just a question without an answer. She felt that this kind of question could be passed over by being vague and unreasonable.

"Suppose your father and I fell into the river together. Listen carefully, would you eat pork or beef?"

Zhang Xuan burst out laughing. She knew that someone's question would not be that simple.

Luan Feng was dumbfounded. What does this have to do with what kind of meat you eat?

"You'll have three seconds. Start counting now. One... two..."

"Eat pork...oh no no no, eat beef."

Wan Feng looked at him with disdain: "Damn it! Your man and your father fell into the river, and you still have the mind to eat meat! Are you from Mars?"

Zhang Xuan held her stomach and laughed so hard that she bent over.

"Don't you all know how to swim? I don't think you will drown." Luan Feng argued.

Zhang Xuan was already rolling around on the bed.

"Go find your son! Teach him to read every day from now on. If you act like a wild beast like you again, I'll beat you to death!"

Luan Feng turned around and ran downstairs with a smile.

Wan Feng turned around and saw Zhang Xuan laughing on the bed. He slapped her on the back: "Laugh! You only know how to laugh!"

After saying that, he laughed too.

The tense nerves in the morning relaxed in an instant, and Wan Feng lay on the bed with his daughter on his stomach.

So Wan Yu used his nose to practice the Nine Yin Scriptures.

Are these little bastards hereditary? Wan Chongyang also loved to pull his nose and ears, and now it's Wan Yu's turn, why is he doing the same thing?

"Pull Dad's nose again and I'll beat you! I should have named you Wan Chaofeng in the first place."

Little Wanyu probably didn't understand what "beat" meant yet, and continued to study her father's nose with a giggle.

"Why don't you call me Wan Chaofeng? Call me your daughter Wan Chaofeng." Zhang Xuan protested.

Mei Chaofeng is more human than ghost, and her daughter doesn't want to be that kind of person.

"How about we go to the food court of the Cultural Center for dinner tonight? I haven't been to the Cultural Center once since it was completed. Let's go there as a family tonight to have some fun and relax." Wan Feng suddenly suggested.

Luan Feng, who had just brought her son back, was overjoyed: "Great, great! Bring mom and dad along, and we'll go together as a family."

Zhang Xuan did not object, although she still had some manuscripts submitted to Inn River publications that she had not yet read.

Look at the time, it's 4:30 in the afternoon.

It’s still early to cook at this time in the summer, so it’s a good time to go out for a walk.

Wan Feng held Wan Yu in his arms, Luan Feng led Xiao Chongyang, and the family of five went downstairs, then called their parents to go out and take a car.

Wan Feng was driving, Zhang Xuan was sitting in the passenger seat holding Wan Chongyang, and Luan Feng was sitting in the back seat holding Wan Yu and her parents.

Fortunately, the space in this car is decent. If it were Qingfeng, it would definitely not be able to accommodate everyone.

The Jiangwei People's Cultural Palace is located at the junction of the land between Waqian and Xiaoshutun, occupying a larger area in Waqian.

Its architectural style is the same as that of Shanghai Huaguang Electronics, a circular six-story building, covering an area of ​​about 20,000 square meters and a construction area of ​​more than 30,000 square meters. Its appearance basically connects Xiaoshutun and Waqian together.

Wan Feng drove across the small bridge at the north end of Xiaoshutun Village, then turned left and followed the cement road to the road leading to the Cultural Palace.

This is an open cultural palace. Anyone who lives in the Jiangwei Industrial Zone can enter and exit freely with their ID card. Everything inside is free, except for the food at the food stalls.

Wan Feng drove the car to the parking lot outside the east gate of the Cultural Palace and parked it, and then the whole family got out of the car.

Wan Feng took Wan Yu from Luan Feng and told her, "If you lose your son again tonight, just lie down on the road and let the wheels of the car help you wake up."

The last time I went to the South Bay Learning and Recreation Center, this woman was so addicted to computer games that she didn't even realize her son was missing.

"That won't happen this time. I'll tie him up with a rope." Luan Feng took out a bundle of nylon rope from his pocket.

Very good, very good, you know how to prevent it. This is an improvement and should be praised.

"Let Xiao Chongyang follow us, we guarantee he won't get lost." Wan Shuichang said.

Luan Feng's face was as happy as a chrysanthemum blooming on September 9th. This time she could fly freely.

A family of seven walked into the east gate of the Cultural Palace.

The Cultural Palace has two gates, the East Gate and the West Gate.

The Cultural Palace is a circular building with a stadium in the middle and a circular running track on the outside. There is a football field, four basketball courts and tennis courts in the central area.

The first floor on the south side is the food street, which is divided into sections and has hundreds of food stalls.

These food stalls have to pay stall fees, and the annual fee for a stall is about 3,000 yuan. The maintenance and purchase of equipment in the Cultural Palace are basically supported by this income.

Ever since the completion of this cultural palace, it has become the greatest paradise in the hearts of the young people in Jiangwei Industrial Zone. They relax, play and socialize here, and the gambling trend in Jiangwei has decreased a lot.

Of course, this is not limited to young people. Middle-aged and elderly people can also find what they like here.

There are chess and card rooms, senior activity rooms, and a rehearsal and teaching center for square dance and yangge.

From time to time, there are some elderly women dressed in red and green, like old goblins...

Before Wan Feng could finish his words, he felt a pain in his ears.

"Bitch! Why are you acting so crazy?" Wan Feng glared at Luan Feng.

"Don't call me an old witch. My mother is the captain of the Yangko team!"

"I didn't say anything about her!"

What a poor guy, his ear got twisted for nothing.

Wan Chongyang had obviously been here before. As soon as he arrived, he took his grandfather's hand and asked to go to the children's playground to ride bumper cars.

Wan Shuichang had brought him here several times, and what he enjoyed most was the bumper cars.

"Dad! Let's meet at the food stall at six o'clock."

It’s indeed a little early to eat now.

Wan Shuichang and his mother took Wan Chongyang to the children's playground.

Wan Feng was going to take his two wives to the haunted house. Luan Feng was certainly not afraid, but Zhang Xuan's face turned pale when she heard about the haunted house.

Later, considering that my daughter was still young and not suitable for that kind of atmosphere, I canceled the plan to go to the horror house for excitement.

The entire first floor of the Cultural Palace is divided into three areas: food, children's playground and senior activity center.

Apart from that, you have to go upstairs to play other games.

Although it is not leisure time yet, there are still quite a few people in the square of the Cultural Palace.

Some people were playing basketball and football, some were playing tennis, and some elderly people were running around the circular track.

At the entrance of the senior citizen activity center, Luan Feng's mother, wearing a red dress with a green belt around her waist, was performing authentic Yangko dance steps.

In fact, her dance steps are not very standard.

At this time, the setting sun cast its afterglow on the roof of the Cultural Palace, creating a golden and peaceful scene.