What mom is mom, what meow is meow! What dad is this! Whoever wants it can have it!

Xie Shiyan was so angry that his face turned red. He said he couldn't say anything, but he had a killer hand! Meng Fuguang couldn't bear to see him being wronged, so Xie Shiyan lowered his head and remained silent for a few seconds. When he raised his head again, tears fell down.

"Mommy...wooooooooooo..."

What a vicious trick!

This kid is not very old, but he actually used such a vicious trick to deal with him! Xie Yuzhou subconsciously looked at Meng Fuguang, and sure enough, the little girl couldn't stand her son crying, so she waved her fist and started beating Xie Yuzhou.

"Xie Yuzhou! Apologize to my son again!"

He was well aware of Meng Fuguang's limited offensive power, so the little fist landed on his body softly, as if he was being let off on purpose.

Xie Yuzhou also cooperated in the acting, standing still and taking the beating without fighting back, pretending to be hurt. He frowned and covered the place where he was hit, and coaxed her, "I was wrong, I won't do it again."

"Hurry up, apologize to my son!"

The force of that little fist was as strong as that of picking earwax.

After two punches, Meng Fuguang even made a glimpse to hint at him. Xie Yuzhou got it instantly, squatted down and looked at Xie Shiyan, and apologized to him seriously, "I'm sorry, son."

Xie Shiyan:......

Is this how you two treat your children?

If he were three, he would have believed it. But he was almost five, and this trick to coax children no longer worked.

It doesn't matter. If one plan fails, there is always another one.

"Xie Yuzhou, your acting is so bad." Xie Shiyan wiped his tears, grabbed Meng Fuguang's clothes and hugged her thighs, and smiled contemptuously at Xie Yuzhou.

"Childish old man, no wonder mommy hates you."

Childish? Old man? Disgusting? Xie Yuzhou's face fell instantly.

This is it! War!

This is it! A battle between men!

Life goes on, and the fight never stops! The battlefield between the father and son moved from Xie Shiyan's room to the kitchen.

Since it was New Year's Eve, they had to eat dumplings. In order to pray for a good omen for the new year, Lin Wanshu called Meng Fuguang and others to make dumplings together.

So Aunt Wen and the others were driven out of the kitchen, while Xie Yuzhou and Xie Shiyan, one occupied the rolling pin and the other occupied the dumpling filling.

Meng Sihuai sat next to the supervisor, chewing a melon.

"The dough you rolled is too thick to make dumplings. My suggestion is to search online for how to roll the dumpling wrapper. Oh, by the way, do you want me to buy you a cell phone for the elderly?" Xie Shiyan shook the dumpling wrapper in his hand in the air and then threw it directly into the trash can.

Xie Yuzhou just raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him, "It's okay, Dad can use your Little Genius children's watch."

He also deliberately put emphasis on the word "children".

Xie Shiyan paused for a moment, but continued to speak without changing his expression, "If your skills were as good as your mouth, how could you roll out such an ugly dough?"

"What's wrong? You want beautiful dumpling skin? How many diamonds should dad put on it?"

Xie Shiyan frowned. As expected, this man's mind was only on money and he simply couldn't understand the happiness of ordinary people.

"You're so tacky. Money can't buy happiness."

"Don't talk nonsense. Money can definitely buy your mother happiness."

Meng Fuguang: ...I just want to ask, how many years can a person be sentenced to for spreading rumors?

Meng Sihuai quietly approached Meng Fuguang and asked, "What happened to the father and son? Did they get hurt?"

What kind of bombs are you eating? Eat some brain-dead movies!

Seeing that the father and son had been arguing for a long time, Meng Fuguang had no choice but to step forward and put an end to the verbal fight.

"Xie Yuzhou, how can a dumpling wrapper grow into a five-pointed star? If you don't know what it looks like, go look in the mirror and roll it according to your big face!"

"Xie Shiyan! You didn't keep your mouth shut! You can't wrap it up, so go help your dad count the dumpling skins!"

Meng Sihuai shrank his neck and finally figured out who Xie Shiyan learned this from.

"Mommy, the tone you used when you scolded me was harsher than when you scolded him." Xie Shiyan was unhappy. It was obvious that Mommy was even angrier with him...feeling wronged.

Xie Yuzhou raised his eyebrows proudly, "This is normal."

"...Mommy is right, you should look in the mirror."

"It's okay, you look like me, just look at you."

"Thank you...!" Before Xie Shiyan could yell, Meng Fuguang covered his little mouth to stop him from talking.

She pulled out the rolling pin with her left hand, snatched the bowl of dumpling filling with her right hand, grabbed the father and son and led them out of the kitchen, then slammed the kitchen door!

"You two are punished to stand at the door!"

Father and son: ......

So when Lin Wanshu came to the kitchen, he saw a big boy and a small boy standing quietly at the door, not moving at all. Those who knew were punished, while those who didn't would have thought it was a male model exhibition.

The house was rarely lively. The father and son were arguing, Meng Fuguang was following behind to teach them a lesson, Meng Sihuai was watching a play, Lin Wanshu was coaxing Yanyan, and Meng Feng was in charge, saying "humph!", "hah!", "tsk!", and rolling his eyes.

According to the customs of Yu City, the New Year's Eve dinner should be held at night.

Xie Yuzhou stayed up till dark without changing his expression. Xie Shiyan was already tired of arguing and sat obediently at the table holding his own bowl.

Well, he deliberately sat between Xie Yuzhou and Meng Fuguang.

On the left is my beloved beautiful mother, and on the right is a strange man named Xie.

Meng Feng still sat in the main seat, while Lin Wanshu and Meng Sihuai sat opposite Meng Fuguang and the others.

Because it was a holiday, we had the rare opportunity to chat while eating.

Xie Yuzhou himself didn't eat much, but was constantly peeling shrimps and crabs for Meng Fuguang and Xie Shiyan, picking fish bones, pouring tea and water, and handing over paper towels. Whatever dish Meng Fuguang's eyes fell on, Xie Yuzhou would put it in her bowl the next second.

Xie Shiyan was a good kid in front of his grandparents, eating his meal obediently with his own bowl. The dishes Xie Yuzhou put in his bowl were all his favorites. In order to prevent the bones from poking him, Xie Yuzhou even cut the meat off for him. When the corner of his mouth was stained with sauce, Xie Yuzhou wiped it off with a handkerchief the next second.

Usually, it was Meng Fuguang who took care of her during meals, and he was still a little uncomfortable with Xie Yuzhou's behavior.

Lin Wanshu was more sentimental, and when he saw Xie Yuzhou trying so carefully to please Yanyan, he softened his heart.

"Yuzhou, you eat too. They can pick up food by themselves."

"It's okay, Auntie." Seeing that his son's bowl was empty, Xie Yuzhou asked, "Do you want more soup?"

"Yes." Xie Shiyan handed the small bowl to him reluctantly.

Xie Yuzhou wanted to serve him some soup, but Meng Fuguang snatched the bowl from his hand, "Xie Yuzhou, don't you use your brain? He's already eaten so much. If he drinks more, his stomach will swell!"

She was a little full, so Xie Shiyan patted her belly and said coquettishly to Meng Fuguang, "Mommy, look, a big watermelon!"

"Show your dad, you're still eating a melon that's this ripe!"

Xie Yuzhou retracted his hand, his eyes and eyebrows were filled with tenderness, "Okay, I will pay attention next time."

Meng Feng:......

Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!