As he matures, he naturally understands the meaning of Sun Tzu's words.
His grandson still cares about his grandson's wife, which is like him. I remember back then...
As soon as Mr. Fu's memories about his wife came out, he felt dull.
When he came to his senses, his stupid son was eating the fish with chopsticks and was praising him.
"This fish is delicious. It's tomato-flavored. Dad, you will definitely like it."
Mr. Fu's curiosity was just aroused, but was knocked down in the next second.
"It's a pity that you don't want to eat at night, Dad."
The aroma of the food wafted to his nose, and when he saw Father Fu chewing his mouth while eating, he had the urge to be angry.
He suspected that his son was here specifically to fight against him.
"Um!"
Mr. Fu snorted, sounding as if he was replying to Father Fu's words, "It smells quite fragrant, but..."
"I don't eat much if I stay overnight!"
Father Fu couldn't understand what the old man meant at all, and he said to Qi Boyan with a smile: "Your grandfather's ding is Ding Mao, it's Mao. If he says he won't eat it, he won't eat it. You don't have to worry about him, eat it quickly."
Bar!"
Fu Ziyi looked at Mr. Fu with suspicion, wondering if what he just said was what she thought.
But before she could think clearly, Mr. Fu glanced at her and she immediately turned back.
Mr. Fu's majesty among his children is not ordinary.
Mr. Fu was very depressed. He wondered whether his son and daughter were deliberately against him, or they had become stupid. No one understood what he meant.
Fu Ma understood the meaning of Mr. Fu’s words. If you don’t eat much, can’t you still eat it?
"Dad, try this fish..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Dad Fu frowned and said, "Dad doesn't eat midnight snacks. It's not like you don't know."
One sentence left Fu Ma speechless and didn't know what to say.
Over there, Mr. Fu's face turned green, and he was already thinking about how to teach Father Fu, this silly son.
At this time, Meng Yao used the serving chopsticks to pick up a chopstick-head fish meat and put it into the useless bowl that he had brought over.
"Grandpa, try it. This is one of my specialty dishes."
Mr. Fu's serious face all night finally showed a smile, "Then I have to try it."
Father Fu still wanted to persuade him: "..."
Dad Fu swallowed the fish meat in his mouth with a "gudong" sound. There was still a thorn that went down his throat without picking it out. The discomfort made him want to cough.
Fu's mother couldn't help but stepped on Fu's feet under the table.
Step hard and don't care if he still feels uncomfortable!
While stepping on it, she winked at him crazily, letting him see what her father-in-law said exactly?
Father Fu started coughing and screamed at the same time. The fish sting pierced his stomach and felt uncomfortable, and it hurt too much when Mother Fu stepped on it.
But I didn't expect that he was still feeling uncomfortable, and the old man over there shot him a cold look.
"What does it look like?"
"go out!"
Dad Fu: "..."
His father, is he deliberately retaliating?
Dad Fu covered his mouth and went out dejectedly. Over there, Fu Ziyi lowered her head and concentrated on eating the fish, without saying a good word to her elder brother.
Although Mr. Fu is quite gentle now, he is only treating his grandchildren and his wife. These children do not belong to his gentle category.
Mr. Fu had taught his son a lesson, but he was worried about scaring his grandson-in-law, so he immediately turned his head in a friendly manner, "You're not scared, are you?"
Meng Yao: "..." The speed with which Grandpa changes his face is truly extraordinary.
Mr. Fu explained there again, "Don't worry about your dad. He is a long time old. He can still get stung by eating fish. Only by teaching him a lesson can he remember it better!"
So what he did just now was just to educate Dad Fu.