Jiang Tang was setting the table in the main room.
Lu Changzheng was still cooking the last dish in the kitchen.
Seeing someone coming over, he smiled slightly and said, "You've come just in time."
Zhang Xiangdong chuckled, walked into the kitchen and patted Lu Changzheng on the shoulder. "It's been almost ten years since I last had your cooking. I miss it so much!"
When Luo Yumei heard her husband's words, she smiled and rolled her eyes at him.
"Weren't you and Changzheng from the same class, sharing the same bunk in the same dormitory? If I remember correctly, it's only been six years since you graduated, right?"
Zhang Xiangdong, "Rounding off, six years equals ten years."
As soon as he finished speaking, his two sons interrupted him.
Zhang Guoliang asked seriously, "Dad, am I ten years old then? Rounding up, eight years old is equal to ten years old."
His younger brother Zhang Guoyu was not to be outdone. "I am the same age as my brother. I am six years old, which is rounded up to ten."
Zhang Xiangdong didn't expect that his two sons would be able to draw inferences from one instance.
But for him, as an old father, seeing them grow up is something he really wants to see.
"Yes, you are all adults now, so you must not disobey me in the future."
"Then Dad, when will you go to help us find a marriage?" Zhang Guoliang asked.
"I'm getting married."
Zhang Guoyu then added, "I want one too."
The two brothers must not fall behind even a little bit.
Zhang Xiangdong!!!
As for these two little brats, my father hopes that when they grow up, they will take the initiative to study and help mom and dad with housework, but what are they thinking?
Going to propose marriage?
Want to get married?
No, you little thing who hasn’t even grown all his hair yet, and you’re thinking about getting married?
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