So, without fear of death, he ran to the restaurant and sat down obediently.
When Lu Chenxu and Mo Xiaodie came to the restaurant, the little fat man had already pulled the plate of tomato scrambled eggs in front of him, holding chopsticks in one hand and a steamed bun in the other. It looked like he was ready to eat!
Lu Chenxu stared at the fat son with a worried look on his face: "Liubao, didn't you - didn't you eat just now?"
Lu Zibai took a bite of the steamed buns, stuffed a piece of egg into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I ate, but I wasn't full just now! My second brother and the others kept laughing at me. I only ate two steamed buns and drank
Just a bowl of eight-treasure porridge."
"Dad, look, this steamed bun is so small. I have been training in the martial arts class for nearly two hours, and I am already very hungry!"
Lu Chenxu looked at the time helplessly, it was already close to nine o'clock in the evening.
"You are going to bed soon. If you eat so much, you will accumulate food. Also, look at the fat on your body. Okay, don't eat." After saying this, Lu Chenxu stepped forward decisively and pulled the little fat man away.
He snatched the steamed buns and chopsticks from his hand.
Then, he reached out, took his little arm, and carried him out of the restaurant.
"It's almost nine o'clock. Go upstairs and ask your brothers to wash up quickly and then go to bed!"
This kid is only seven years old. He almost couldn't lift him up just now. What if he continues to eat him?
As an old father, Lu Chenxu is very worried about the future of his fat son.
The little fat man Lu Zibai had just eaten two bites of eggs before his father threw them out so violently. He pouted his little mouth and glared at him with dissatisfaction: "Comrade Lu, you are too cruel! It is simply worse than those in feudal society.
The landlord is so cruel, I am your biological son, but you have the heart to abuse me and deny me enough to eat."
As he spoke, the little fat man looked at Mo Xiaodie with an aggrieved look on his face, and opened his legs to ask Mommy for a hug.
However, as soon as he took a step, he saw his school idol dad move his wrist and reach out to pick up the broom beside him.
"You brat, who do you call Comrade Lu?"
The little fat man was so frightened that he immediately turned around. His movements were as fast as a hare. In the blink of an eye, he was already in the corridor on the second floor.
The little fat man Lu Zibai stuck out his tongue at Lu Chenxu with a proud look on his face: "Comrade Lu, you are too biased. When fifth brother calls you like this, you don't even say a word. When I call you like this, you actually want to grab a broom."
Hit me?"
After finishing speaking, the little fat man looked at Mo Xiaodie and said with a grievance and coquettishness: "Mommy, please help me judge whether dad is too partial!"
At this time, Lu Chenxu's blood pressure was rising "squeaky", and he moved his long legs to go to the second floor.
The little fat man was so frightened that he turned around and ran away, hiding in the room without coming out.
Mo Xiaodie held back her laughter and stepped forward to hold Lu Chenxu.
"Husband, Liu Bao is still a child, so don't argue with him. I'm hungry, let's eat!"
When he heard that his precious wife was hungry, Lu Chenxu glared at the second floor unwillingly, then hugged Mo Xiaodie and returned to the restaurant to prepare for dinner.
However, as soon as the two of them turned around, their second treasure, Lu Zili, who had just been practicing piano with Momo on the balcony, walked into the living room whistling.
"Wow! Little Fatty Liu has recently improved his martial arts and is becoming more and more arrogant. He actually dares to talk to dad like this in front of him. Dad, won't you beat him?"
Lu Zili looked like he was watching the fun and didn't mind the matter.
"Do you want to see Liu Bao get beaten?" Lu Chenxu asked with a cold face.