The person who was most happy about the meritorious service made by the Lu brothers this time was Lu Desheng. His two silly sons had finally grown up, and Lu Desheng was particularly pleased. He was also glad that he had made the wise decision to send the two brothers to the border for training. In less than half a year, the useless sons had become useful people.

"General, I won, hahahaha!"

Lu Desheng laughed triumphantly.

"Congratulations, what about Liberation and Aid Korea?"

Mo Qiufeng put away the chessboard. He really didn't want to play chess with this old rogue anymore. He kept taking back the fallen chess pieces, and he did this over and over again, which gave him a headache.

"Let's go out and play. Haha, these two brats have finally grown up. With a few more years of training, they should be able to stand on their own!"

Lu Desheng couldn't stop smiling. He was happier that his useless son had done something great than if he himself had done something great.

"They are just as bad as you were when you were young!"

Mo Qiufeng retorted that brother Lu Jiefang was a replica of Lu Desheng when he was young, just as naive and just as lucky.

If Lu Desheng had worse luck, he would have died hundreds of times earlier.

"I'm much better than them, you know nothing!"

Lu Desheng was not convinced. He said that he did not only rely on bravery in battle, but also on strategy. If those two bastards could be half as good as him, they would definitely be able to make a name for themselves in the army.

Mo Qiufeng curled his lips, too lazy to argue with him.

"Your son Jinsong has made a great contribution this time, he should get a promotion, right?" Lu Desheng asked with concern.

"He has a lot of ideas and has been transferred to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Mo Qiufeng smiled slightly, his tone calm.

"What does Jinsong think? He can only rely on himself in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. In the army, we can still help him come up with ideas." Lu Desheng frowned, unable to understand Mo Jinsong's choice.

"He is actually more suited to diplomacy. He, Qiqi, Ono and others did an excellent job in this Sindhu exercise."

Mo Qiufeng's tone was full of appreciation. Although he was not close to his eldest son, no one knows a son better than his father. He was the person who knew his eldest son best in the world.

Mo Jinsong wanted to be a diplomat when he was a child. His idol was Gu Weijun. He was determined to become a diplomat as good as Gu Weijun. He also wrote an essay titled "My Ideal", in which he mentioned Gu Weijun.

But later the boss chose the army. Mo Qiufeng knew that the boss was holding his breath and wanted to surpass him in the army.

He was very pleased that his eldest son changed his mind and returned to his favorite track.

"That's right. These kids are doing great things quietly. They are worthy of being our children!"

Lu Desheng grinned, his tone was particularly proud. Today was the happiest day for him and he must have a few more drinks in the evening.

"Xiao Duan, fry more peanuts!"

Lu Desheng ran to the kitchen and gave instructions. Xiao Duan was a life guard sent by higher-ups to take care of him and Mo Qiufeng. He used to be a cook and had good cooking skills.

"knew!"

Xiao Duan agreed with a smile.

Lu Desheng wanted to continue playing chess, but Mo Qiufeng didn't want to. He was very bored. He listened to the radio for a while and then ran out, muttering, "Where did you go to play? None of you came back. You have no sense of time at all. It's outrageous!"

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Lu Ye and Ruan Qiqi walking slowly, slower than a snail.

"Qiqi, there are rocks here, be careful!"

"Qiqi, there's a pit here!"

"Qiqi, there's a branch here, I'll kick it away!"

Lu Ye's nagging was even more eloquent than the old nanny, and Ruan Qiqi became so impatient that she pushed the person away and walked away by herself.

She is pregnant with a baby, not tofu, so it is not easy for something to get into trouble. Moreover, if the baby will get into trouble if touched, it is the law of nature, which means that the baby has been eliminated by nature and is not suitable for survival in this society.

"Qiqi, slow down!"

Lu Ye chased after her nervously, fearing that the baby in Ruan Qiqi's belly would fall out.

"Your cousin is not made of tofu, why is it necessary to be like this? You are such a woman!"

Lu Desheng glared at him unhappily, he couldn't stand seeing a grown man acting like this.

"You know nothing, Qiqi is pregnant!"

Lu Ye retorted.

Lu Desheng was stunned for three seconds, then quickly came to his senses and said in ecstasy: "Qiqi is pregnant? Oh, I'm going to be a grandfather?"

"I'm the father, it has nothing to do with you!"

Lu Ye snorted. He and Qiqi had worked so hard to conceive this baby, and he didn’t want it to be given to an old man for nothing.

"Look at what bullshit you are talking about. You are my son, and if you become a father, then I will become a grandfather!"

Lu Desheng was in a very good mood and was too lazy to argue with his rebellious son. He was about to chat with his daughter-in-law, but just as he turned his head, he saw Ruan Qiqi moving a chair and preparing to step on it to pick oranges.

"Don't step on it!"

The father and son spoke in unison and moved in sync. They rushed over in one swift step. Lu Ye helped Ruan Qiqi, and Lu Desheng moved the chair. He stepped on it himself and asked with a smile: "Qiqi, which one do you want to eat? You tell me, and I'll pick it!"

"The biggest one, and the roundest one..."

Ruan Qiqi directed and Lu Desheng picked the fruits, and soon filled a basket.

"That orange is very sour and not tasty."

Brother Lu Jiefang came back, carrying large and small bags, and they were kind enough to give us a reminder.

This orange tree was planted by Lu Desheng. The oranges it bears are particularly sour. When they were children and had nothing to eat, they would only pick these oranges and eat them. Otherwise, they would not even touch them.

Ruan Qiqi had already peeled one and was eating it with relish. The sourness was just right for her taste and it was delicious.

Seeing her eating so happily, the two brothers couldn't help but doubt themselves. Could it be that the orange tree had also grown?

Lu Yuanchao also peeled one, put the orange segment into his mouth, chewed it for a few times, and swallowed it without changing his expression.

“Is it sweet?”

Lu Jiefang asked.

"sweet!"

Lu Yuanchao nodded vigorously, and Lu Jiefang immediately stuffed three cloves into his mouth. After chewing them for a few times, his whole face wrinkled into a ball, and his eyebrows and eyes were blurred.

"Fuck... I'm so jealous!"

Lu Jiefang spat out the orange in his mouth and raised his leg to kick his brother, but he failed because he got slapped on the head.

"Who are you in front of me? You're almost an uncle, but you're still not steady at all. How can you be a role model for your nephews and nieces in the future?"

After Lu Desheng finished cursing, he slapped him again. Lu Jiefang's head was buzzing and he didn't react for a long time.

When they went out, the old man was very kind and gentle to them, and he spoke softly to them. He also generously gave them a hundred yuan in pocket money and told them to spend it as they pleased. Why did he change his attitude when he got home?

Doesn’t fatherly love have a shelf life of even eight hours?

"What are you still standing here for? Move this stool back. You have no sense at all. Don't lead your nephew astray in the future!"

Lu Desheng did not let Lu Yuanchao go either. He yelled at him, then walked into the house triumphantly with his hands behind his back.

"Lao Mo, I'm going to be a grandfather, hahahaha... Are you jealous?"

"I became a grandfather six years ago."

Mo Qiufeng reminded him that it was the wrong place to show off.

Lu Desheng curled his lips and went to the kitchen in a huff, continuing to show off to Xiao Duan. Xiao Duan was better at talking than Mo Qiufeng and he made him very happy, laughing all the time.

The Lu Jiefang brothers in the yard finally understood that all his father's love had been transferred to his unborn nephew.

Are they going to be uncles now?

Do I need to give a meeting gift?

Being uncles for the first time, the two brothers were a little flustered. They searched their bodies and finally came up with 8.88 yuan, a particularly auspicious number. They handed it over shyly and said hesitantly, "Gift for meeting you!"

[The third chapter has been written, and another chapter will be updated after midnight. Please read it during the day.]