The dining table is full of food—

Sweet and sour carp, double-cooked pork, plum vegetable buckle, and Sixi meatballs, etc. are basically "home-cooked dishes" that every household often prepares during the Chinese New Year.

Song Haiming was busy taking off the water skirt he was surrounded, urging Wang Jinfeng, "Go and take out the bottle of good wine I bought, I want to have two glasses with Xiaochao!"

Wang Jinfeng went to the table table, opened the door on the left, and took out a bottle of white porcelain bottle of white wine from it.

"Here, you guys, drink less." Wang Jinfeng said this, but looked at his baby son happily, wishing he could eat and drink more.

"Mom, you can sit down too." Song Zhichao said when he saw Wang Jinfeng standing.

"I've eaten it, you guys!" Wang Jinfeng said this, but brought a chair over and sat down, without eating vegetables, just staring at her son.

Song Zhichao was embarrassed by her staring at her and couldn't help but touch her face and said, "It's okay, you look at me like this..."

"Haha, let me see what's wrong with my cub? Besides, my son is so handsome, I'm not tired of watching it many times." Wang Jinfeng smiled.

Song Haiming couldn't stand it anymore, "Look at you, you're starting to go crazy again. My son has been away from home for so many years and hasn't seen you miss him. Now he's back, but he's stuck and doesn't even want to move his eyes away."

Wang Jinfeng slapped Song Haiming, "What's wrong with my own son looking at him a few more times? I'll inform you and pay taxes?"

Song Haiming was used to being bullied by his wife at home. At this time, he was embarrassed to show off in front of his son. He could only point to the food and smiled bitterly: "Eating and eating are almost cold."

Song Zhichao picked up chopsticks to pick up food.

Wang Jinfeng pulled Song Zhichao's new big cotton jacket and muttered: "This is for you, I don't know the size - you have grown taller and stronger, and this dress looks small."

Song Haiming took a porcelain bottle of white wine - Wolong Jade Liquid, and it was opened several times but it didn't open it.

Wang Jinfeng ridiculed him: "I'm still drinking now, I can't even open the bottle cap."

Song Haiming couldn't hold back his face and said, "I usually drink loose wine, so how could I bear to drink these good wines - go to the kitchen to get me a kitchen knife, and I cut the cap open."

"Let me do it." Song Zhichao said.

Song Haiming handed him the white wine.

Song Zhichao looked at it, but it was the type of prying open, so he took the key and pried it towards the bayonet, and with a click, the bottle cap fell off.

Song Haiming was stunned and said, "Awesome!" He added, "Awesome than me!"

Wang Jinfeng glanced at him: "Of course my son is amazing. He doesn't look like you. He can only stay in the freezer factory to kill pigs."

"What is killing a pig? I turned on the machine in a cold storage, and that's technical job." Song Haiming explained.

It turned out that Song Haiming worked in the Hanwan Frozen Factory in Nandu City, working as a master in the freezing workshop, and was in charge of the start and stop of the cold storage machine. It was really a technical job.

But Song Haiming is fine, so he also helps kill pigs in the factory. If he kills pigs, he can get some miscellaneous pieces, such as pig trotters and pig blood, and the pig's blood in this era are all worthless miscellaneous pieces, and often they are even thrown away.

Wang Jinfeng hates him killing pigs the most because every time he kills pigs, Song Haiming would have to drink a few bowls of wine, which made him half drunk. Then he started to do it - called "bringing courage", so when he got home, he was full of alcohol and drunk.

Seeing Wang Jinfeng and Song Haiming quarrel, Song Zhichao felt funny. For the first time, a hint of home warmth surged in his heart.

In the inner room, the beautiful song of the Spring Festival Gala came, but it was "Like Fog, Rain and Wind" by Hong Kong female star Liang Yanling—

You will never understand my heart for you

The love I give you is always tormenting

I search helplessly in the lonely night

Want to find a reliance that remains unchanged

...

You treat me like fog, rain and wind

Come and go, only one empty

You treat me like fog, rain and wind

Let my heart move with you...

This song was ringing in his ears, and Song Zhichao knew that this song would soon become popular all over the country through the Spring Festival Gala. At this moment, two little girls in the inner room, Song Yuqing and Du Chunmei were guarding in front of the TV and humming the song on the TV. It was obvious that they were brainwashed.

Wang Jinfeng shouted outside: "Stop watching TV, you can also come out to have something."

Song Yuqing and Du Chunmei were reluctant to take their eyes off the TV and said, "We are full - you eat."

Song Haiming picked up an empty bowl and handed it to Wang Jinfeng and said, "They are full of watching TV - pick up some dishes for them and let them eat and watch it!"

Wang Jinfeng said angrily: "Serve the old one, serve the younger one-" and asked to the inner room, "What dish do you eat?"

The Liwu replied: "Sweet and Sour Fish! Sixi Meatballs! And re-cooked meat!"

"Everyone is quite good at eating!" Wang Jinfeng nagged, but picked up the chopsticks and started, picked up some of each dish, put it into a bowl, and then brought it to the inner room, saying, "Here, two ladies - your food is here, eat it quickly, don't be hungry!"

Outside, on the dining table—

Song Haiming picked up the white wine and poured a glass for Song Zhichao. The wine glass was a small white wine cup of three or four cents, with golden silk patterns on it, which looked very beautiful.

"Come on, Xiaochao, let's go." Song Haiming brought the wine up.

Song Zhichao also hurriedly picked up the wine glass.

The two clinked their glasses and drank them all in one go.

Song Haiming was afraid that the wine would be spicy, so he saw that Song Zhichao had finished drinking, so he hurriedly greeted him: "Eat the food, eat the food quickly! I made this sweet and sour fish and tasted good!"

Song Zhichao smiled and picked up the chopsticks, picked up the sweet and sour fish that looked very fat - sweet, sour, and a little salty.

"How is it, it tastes good, right?" Song Haiming looked at his son expectantly.

Song Zhichao nodded and smiled, "It's delicious."

In fact, this dish is just average, and for Song Zhichao, who is used to eating delicacies and delicious foods, it is not as good as the price.

When Song Dahai heard his son say this, he was very happy. He immediately poured another glass of wine for Song Zhichao and said, "Then you can have another glass and eat more!"

Song Zhichao smiled, but instead of drinking it himself, he picked up the wine glass and said to Song Haiming: "Dad, thank you for your hard work, come, I'll toast you a glass of wine!"

Seeing that his son toasted him, Song Haiming was so happy that he kept saying, "Okay, okay!" He picked up the wine glass, and without waiting to clink with Song Zhichao, he drank it all in one go, and said, "This wine is comfortable to drink! It was my son who toasted me, haha!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere on the dining table became even more warm.

...

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of dishes.

Song Haiming wiped his mouth and suddenly said to Song Zhichao: "Achao, tell me the truth, what are you doing in Hong Kong?"

Song Zhichao was drinking tea. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked up to see Song Haiming's solemn and serious expression.

Song Haiming looked a little cautious, and even looked around, then said nothing, got up and entered the house.

Then, a sound of ping-pong came from the room, as if something was churning.

In the room, Song Haiming was looking for something under the bed, sticking his butt out, pulling out all the shoes and so on. Finally, he pulled out a small box, opened the box, and took out another black box.

Outside, just when Song Zhichao didn't understand what Song Haiming was going to do, Song Haiming walked out again, holding a tightly wrapped bag in his hand.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Song Haiming carefully opened the bag in front of Song Zhichao, then called three layers inside and three layers outside, opened it again - finally, the things inside were exposed, they were piles of banknotes, a huge amount of 100,000 - of course, this so-called huge amount was for Song Haiming.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Before he could speak, Song Haiming said, "The money was not stolen, right?"

Song Zhichao almost spit out the tea in his mouth with a "splash".

Looking at Song Haiming again, looking at Song Zhichao with a eager look, his eyes full of worry-
Chapter completed!