The main room was quiet, mainly because Old Man Zhao didn't want to go home now. His goal had not been achieved. He felt it would be embarrassing to go home and lose face in front of his daughter. As a father, he couldn't control his son.
Zhao Dashu stared at the bricks in front of him and counted the patterns on them. His main strategy was "I won't move unless the enemy moves". He would never take the initiative to speak and deliver himself to the enemy.
"Dad, are you going to eat at home tonight? I'll ask the family to cook two dishes you like."
Do you know what I like to eat?
Old man Zhao turned his head away in disdain and said nothing, sulking alone.
Unable to explain, Zhao Dashu simply asked the servants to bring two books and then lowered his head to read.
It’s up to him whether he stays for dinner or not.
You are pretending to be so serious. How many words can you recognize while holding such a thick book? You want to fly before you even learn how to walk. You are too ambitious. It’s no wonder that he is so young. The youngest son is really unreliable.
To put it bluntly, it is all because of his bad luck that he has become rich now. If it were really based on his ability, even the black-faced steamed buns for his family of three would not be enough to feed themselves.
Half an hour later, Old Man Zhao was defeated again.
"I'm home."
"Why don't you stay for dinner? Stay, Dad, and let's have a drink together."
He was so hypocritical that his mouth almost grinned when he saw him stand up.
Unfilial son!
Son of a bitch!
"Why don't you go over to my place and have a drink? Your mother is also at home. It's been a while since I've had dinner with you."
Humph, does he think he is the only one who will be defeated by the general? I'm not stupid!
Zhao Dashu: ...
How could he refuse? His mother, who had never taken him to heart, suddenly had a change of heart and missed him!
Oh shit!
Can Dad be more thoughtful? Doesn't he feel guilty for telling lies with his eyes open?
"Why, now that you're a master, you dislike the poor food at home? You don't want to eat with your parents anymore, right?"
What else could he say? That he really disliked his parents, or that he disliked the poor food in the old house?
The older you get, the wiser you get. Dad wins this round.
"Dad, what are you talking about? I've been missing you guys for a long time. Let's go to the old house and have dinner together. I'll have to drink and chat with you in the evening."
When walking out of the main room, Zhao Xiaoyu discovered that his father's face looked uglier than when he was crying. What? Caught by the old man?
Not really. Dad’s fighting ability has always been great.
"Grandpa, please sit for a while. The kitchen is cooking."
"No, your grandfather and I will go to the old house to eat."
“Ah?” What are we going to eat at the old house? Steamed bread? Dad has eaten too much meat, and wants to reminisce about the hard times in the past and clear his stomach?
"Your grandfather said that your grandmother missed me and wanted me to go back and chat with her over dinner. You three can eat by yourselves tonight."
I understand. Grandpa is awesome. She was so moved by these words. The loving father and mother missed their son who was separated from them and wanted him to come home for a meal. Just tell him whether he should go or not?
You must go!
Poor old dad was always slaughtered in the past, and even if his ears couldn't be cut off, he couldn't have peace. This is not a meal, it's clearly the Hongmen Banquet.
The old man has no good intentions.
"Oh, then you go, Dad. Don't let grandma wait too long."
He's such a heartless guy, can't you feel sorry for him?
Zhao Dashu was taken away by the old man, and when he was away he met Xiao Lei who was returning home.
"Mr. Zhao, Uncle Zhao."
Oh, I'm a little envious of Xiao Lei for being able to break off his relationship with the Xiao family. Now it's impossible for him to do so even if the sky falls.
"Go back quickly, your aunt will be cooking soon."
"Hey, uncle, what are you doing..."
"I'm going to the old house to eat. I miss me." After saying that, she couldn't help but shudder, and her arms were covered with goose bumps.
Dad has finally found a way to torture him. From now on, if your mother comes to you and says she misses you, how will he be able to live his life?
Xiao Lei: ...
Old house.
Zhao Dayong didn't expect that the old man would bring his third brother home directly. The third brother who had been worth fifty or eighty thousand in front of him and who had been humiliated by him every time, now hung his shoulders and looked dejected like a stray dog.
However, Dad is still Dad, and he still has a way.
It has been a long time since I saw the third brother in such a miserable state. Zhao Dayong felt an odd sense of relief in his heart.
"Dad, my third brother is here too!"
Zhao Dashu clearly saw the gloating in his brother's eyes, "You bastard, you still expect me to help him? I'll help you for nothing!"
Old Sun didn't expect the old man to bring the person back directly, and suddenly she regretted asking Li to kill the chicken in the afternoon.
You bastard, how could it be such a coincidence that he came here just by smelling the food when we finally had a good meal at home. Is he born in the Year of the Dog?
The old man is really something. Why should he just ask him for help? Why should he bring the person back? Shouldn’t he provide food and not waste food if he comes at this time?
He is already the master, yet he still comes to pick on them. Of course, the richer he is, the more stingy he becomes.
Old Sun wanted to eat the chicken that night, and her face was longer than a donkey's. It's not too late to hide now.
"Third brother, what you just said is a coincidence. Our mother and you are really in sync. She just asked my sister-in-law to kill a chicken." Zhao Maihua smiled at the man and said to Zhao Dashu in a flattering manner.
If I had known that my father was so powerful, I should have asked him for help earlier.
"Bang!" Old Mrs. Sun heard the sound of her own heart breaking. Why did Maihua's mouth move so quickly? Now there is no way to hide.
Zhao Dashu saw clearly the reluctance on the old mother's face. Does his father's behavior fall into the category of what the Master meant by hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting one's own by eight hundred?
"Third brother, come in and sit down. I'll make you a bowl of brown sugar water."
Tsk tsk tsk... She's so polite and enthusiastic, which is really unlike his sister.
I have to admit that Maihua is really thick-skinned and really knows how to judge people by their appearance. Her attitude towards you depends entirely on your ability. If someone treats you badly, it’s not their fault, you should reflect on yourself.
Alas, what a pity, he is a loser and still is. Maihua was destined to be offering the wrong kind of courtesy.
Zhao Dashu entered the main room. The three men sat in their seats according to their seniority. The old man felt much more comfortable after entering the house. He felt more confident talking to the third brother in his own court.
Moreover, he now realized that it was useless to force the Third Brother, he had to be gentle and kill him softly.
Anyway, they are his parents, and he has no way to do anything if they are soft-hearted. The old man was somewhat pleased with himself, as the third child couldn't escape his Five Finger Mountain after all.
Hehehe…
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