C7 Little Uncle Is Biting Someone Xiuwen

Chapter VII

"Kid, just come to eat and bring something over."

"Of course."

"In the future, come to my house every day to eat. Don't take things, I'm not happy with you taking things again!"

Nanny Xu was happy. Oh wow, Hsu Haodong was unreliable for more than 30 years, but he finally found a good friend. Why don't they have a few good kids like that?

Slap Faang Zheng's arm and pull Faang Zheng's hand. Children are the best in other families, even their children can't do it. Hsu Haodong is a bastard, Hsu Haodong's brother is an idiot. Let alone college, he even read the books in high school. Faang Zheng read books as if he was eating cabbages, other people's paintings are also first-rate ah. Such a good child, with good looks, high education, good painting, and a good temper.

It's rare, I like it. How great would it be if it were my own child?

Faang Zheng smiled and pulled his hand out. He wasn't used to being so intimate with others.

Nanny Xu grabbed his hand again and was about to praise him when she saw Faang Zheng's hand turn red.

Faang Zheng was good-looking, his hands were beautiful, and his fingers were long and tender. Only the joints had some calluses, which were branded onto them by painting with a brush. But now, his fingers were red. It was obvious that he had strangled them.

Hsu Haodong casually put down a box of snacks and two boxes of tea leaves.

He was furious and hit Hsu Haodong's butt with the broom.

"Are you dead? Can you tire yourself to death by taking more things? Faang Zheng's hands are so expensive, don't you know how to help lift it with your two claws? "You eat more than a pig and are even more lazy than a pig. You're not even comparable to a pig!"

Hsu Haodong's face was full of grievance, what did I do? How come I'm not as good as a pig?

Was this his mother?

Faang Zheng smiled faintly at him.

"Ah, forget it, forget it. I'm the one who got beaten up!"

Hsu Haodong was half-dead. He stomped his foot and went into the kitchen angrily.

Faang Zheng was in a very good mood.

"Ignore him, he's just a donkey. Where's your mother? "

Nanny Xu rolled her eyes at Hsu Haodong as she pulled Faang Zheng to sit down with a smile.

"Playing cards."

"Your mom loves playing cards too much. Every day after you get sick and leave the playground. "

Faang Zheng's family was busy with their own work. Mayor Faang was busy with promotion and bribing his superiors, wanting to transfer to the county to work. For the sake of a mahjong, Madam Fang had struggled for her entire life. In the past, she had been a teacher at a school. Faang Zheng sister Faang Cong work in the outside world, home only Faang Zheng to the end.

"Your dad isn't often at home. Your mom plays cards every day. What are you going to do with your meal?"

"Sometimes there's nothing to paint. When he was hungry, he would take a bite. If you have nothing else to eat, you can go to a restaurant. "

"Don't you f * * king want to do it?"

"Hanging noodles, noodles."

"This poor thing, look at you, who made you thin, that's how hungry you are. In the future, come home every day to eat. With your chopsticks, when you're hungry, come eat. Dong hasn't made any good friends in his entire life. Being able to make friends with you is already something he did in his previous life. Don't be polite, when you're hungry, come over.

Nanny Xu was an ordinary half-size old lady. She was kind-hearted and kind-hearted.

Faang Zheng smiled.

He liked the country, the scenery was good, the air was good, and the people were good. Not as scheming and cold as in the city.

"Here, serve the dishes."

Hsu Haodong shouted from the kitchen. Nanny Xu was going to carry the dishes, but Faang Zheng got up and left.

There's no need to be so thick-skinned. You just need to eat and drink. Why aren't you working?

The moment he entered the kitchen, Hsu Haodong tore a piece of meat from the ribs and stuffed it into Faang Zheng's mouth.

"Delicious, right?"

After eating a mouthful of meat, Faang Zheng was attracted by the fragrance and was finally able to eat the meat that was right in his mouth. He hadn't eaten it for three to four months.

The drum ate up the piece of meat.

Hsu Haodong was quite tall and had long legs. With his back facing Faang Zheng, he slapped two cucumbers with a "pa pa pa" sound. His movements were very fast and he was sweating.

Faang Zheng was a painter and had a lot of sketches about his body, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances. Hsu Haodong really wasn't bragging, his figure was really good. "The brute, the brisk, the masculine, the well-built, the painters, the good things, the painters, they all want to draw.

There were some small kitchens, fragrant meals, and a handsome man who turned his head and smiled at him, brilliant and sunny. The afternoon sunlight was especially warm when it shone in.

At this time, there were more people in the yard. A little girl wearing a ponytail was cheering. The women in the countryside were setting the bowls and chopsticks while the men washed their hands and prepared to eat.

Ordinary family yard, sunlight through the leaves of the gap to see the overlapping, warm and calm.

This was the idyllic scene.

Faang Zheng had an impulse to draw it down.

He went to the side of the table and said sorry, but was laughed at by Hsu Haodong.

"Then come then, don't be so polite. Eat your food!"

Ye Zichen picked up a piece of meat and put it in Faang Zheng's bowl.

The people of Xu Family were all warm and hospitable, and Faang Zheng was their VIP. The first chopstick in their family gave Faang Zheng a piece of fish, a piece of meat, and even the little girl poured a cup of juice and shyly brought it to Faang Zheng.

"Uncle drinks orange juice."

Faang Zheng usually only ate one bowl of noodles every day. Since he had eaten in the morning, this lunch might not happen anytime. There were only five days a week for him to eat noodles. He was hungry. When he felt uncomfortable, he would go to a restaurant to eat. If you can endure it, then don't eat it.

I was still thinking about it today. I was eating and drinking at someone else's house, so I couldn't be too presumptuous. That would be too rude.

However, once he ate the meat and ate the fried meat with garlic, he forgot about everything else.

Too delicious! If it wasn't because of Faang Zheng's facial expression, he would have pulled Hsu Haodong's hand and said, "You're a genius!"

It was really hard to imagine that such a big and muscular man could cook such delicious food. He was either a fighter or a gambling bastard.

When it was time for Faang Zheng's second bowl of rice, he purposely pressed the button again. However, after finishing the second bowl, he was still reluctant to stop. Thus, Hsu Haodong served him a third bowl of rice.

Other people ate while he ate, but he still ate after others had finished eating. Father Brother Xu Xu said to eat slowly! We went to work! Madam Xu said to eat slowly! I took the child to nap, Nanny Xu said to eat slowly! I went to lie down for a while, but he was still eating.

Hsu Haodong cleaned up the rice in his electric cooker and put it into a bowl. Then, he poured the bits of fried garlic and dried meat into the bowl along with the soup. Faang Zheng finished it up once again.

This was why he wasn't eating!

It's not that I'm full, it's that I'm out of food!

Hsu Haodong jumped over the chair and wiped a grain of rice off Faang Zheng's face.

"Wifey, have you eaten your fill? If you haven't eaten your fill, I'll go buy some steamed buns!"

For the first time, Faang Zheng felt very embarrassed.

"Let me wash the dishes."

"You can pull it right? I was afraid you would bend over and spit it out. Sit down, I'll cut you a watermelon. "

Hsu Haodong was definitely a master in cooking. He cleaned up the dishes quickly and started washing the dishes quickly. He was good at cooking and washing the dishes.

Faang Zheng really wanted to eat another watermelon, but he couldn't. He was too full.

Hsu Haodong took out a rocking chair and placed it under the shade of a tree. He let Faang Zheng rest against it for a while to eat, and then he would eat another piece of watermelon.

"What are you feeling hungry for?" "Just tell me what you want to eat in the future, I'll make it for you."

"Your cooking skills are quite good."

"That's right!" All our men cook well! Do whatever you want to eat. Let's put it this way, I'll go to the restaurant to eat. I've never eaten this dish before, so once I've eaten it, I'll be able to cook it when I get home. You don't have to be hungry when you're with me. "

Hsu Haodong dug out a piece of watermelon and gave it to Faang Zheng.

"My wife, if you don't want to be a loser with me, then agree."

Faang Zheng pushed his hand away and sat up straight.

"Thank you for your hospitality, I'm leaving."

"Hey hey, do you have a conscience? He had to leave when he was done eating. No way! If you don't agree, then you're not allowed to go anywhere! "

Hsu Haodong simply put Faang Zheng in his arms, pressed his body down, and pressed his arms to the sides of the armrests so that Faang Zheng wouldn't be able to get up.

Hsu Haodong inched closer. Faang Zheng leaned his body back as far as he could, both his elder sister-in-law and his mom lived on his left and right. He didn't want to end up kicking the chef out after he was done eating.

This was not something that could be done just by eating a meal.

However, Hsu Haodong refused to let him go, so he wasn't polite!

"Your mom and your sister-in-law are sleeping!"

"So let's take this opportunity to do something good."

Faang Zheng had a nice mouth with a light pink color. He really wanted to kiss Ye Zichen red.

He's so indifferent, wouldn't he be even more charming if he was made into something interesting?

Hsu Haodong felt an itch in his heart as people who had watched for seven or eight years finally had a chance to approach him.

"Stay away from me, I'll hit you, don't yell too loudly."

Faang Zheng squinted his eyes and threatened coldly. However, his words were slow and unhurried, soft and light, without the slightest bit of threat.

Hsu Haodong was so smart. He stretched out his hand and pressed Faang Zheng's hand down.

Hit me, I'll hold your hand down and see what you're going to hit me with.

As soon as Faang Zheng moved his leg, Hsu Haodong immediately suppressed his body and used his physical strength to suppress Faang Zheng's leg. Hsu Haodong almost forgot about Faang Zheng's good leg technique.

"Let go of me and I won't hit you."

"I'll let you go with a kiss!"

"Three!"

Faang Zheng's eyes were calm, neither angry nor irritated.

He didn't want to be too ungrateful. If he had been given three seconds, they would have just continued fighting.

Hsu Haodong didn't wait for him to make a move. He leaned forward and kissed Faang Zheng's mouth. Faang Zheng leaned back and prepared to use his head to hit Hsu Haodong, making Hsu Haodong bleed from his nose!

"Grandmother! My second uncle is biting off Uncle Fang! "

Hsu Haodong's niece complained in her childish voice.

Hsu Haodong bared his teeth at his niece. What a little girl, she would already complain at such a young age!

This was such a bad thing. He was just a centimeter away from kissing her!

"Hsu Haodong!"

Nanny Xu threw a lion's roar at him along with a large enamel container for drinking water.

That caused Hsu Haodong to jump up.

Faang Zheng stood up from his chair, pulled on his clothes and got ready to leave.

Nanny Xu didn't want to watch Hsu Haodong play any more today.

Just as he was about to leave, his niece stood before him, her pitch-black eyes twinkling.

"Uncle Fang, can you teach me how to draw?"

Faang Zheng wanted to go home and sleep for a while. He didn't sleep last night. He wanted to go home and paint. He wanted to paint the lively scene of a meal in the small courtyard.

But he could not resist the desire in the child's big eyes.

Usually, he would just let it pass and not retort if he could bear it.

Even though he thought children were scary.

Nodding in agreement, the little girl ran into the house to get her pen and book.

Faang Zheng taught her to draw at the small table, making the simplest sketches.