Uncle Gong Jian was already sitting next to the pot, holding a steamed bun in one hand and a broom for cleaning the pot in the other. He faced Gong Yaozu with great power: "How dare you rob me, you idiot? I tell you,
Even if my legs and feet are inconvenient, I can still hold you down with one hand."
Fortunately, Gong Yaozu felt that he had been hit on the head just now, and it was really painful. At this time, when he saw Uncle Gong Jian hitting him again with the broom used to clean the pot, he instinctively tilted his head, but this time, he did not hit him.
It reached the part of his head that was originally crushed, so he didn't feel much pain this time, but he froze when he tried to grab the steamed buns.
Although his father was injured on his foot, Gong Yaozu, who had just been hit twice, felt that he had a lot of injuries. If he really faced his father again, he didn't know if he could take advantage. He would weigh it again and again.
After that, Gong Yaozu had no choice but to give up the idea of snatching the steamed buns back. But he still muttered dissatisfiedly: "Dad, that's my breakfast. Mom specially left it for me."
Gong Yaozu specifically emphasized the sentence: My breakfast, just to remind Uncle Gong Jian that it was not that he wanted to steal his father's things, but that his father had now stolen his breakfast.
But in the opinion of Uncle Gong Jian, this matter is completely unreasonable. This family belongs to him. His son also belongs to him. Could it be that this breakfast is not his? This son has been studying for so many years and does not understand any reason.
I don’t know how to respect him as a father. If someone has a stutter, the son should give it to him as soon as possible. Why, he still dares to reach out and snatch something from his father?
Uncle Gong Jian raised his hand and took a big bite of the steamed bun, chewing it vigorously in his mouth, as if this would make him feel less angry.
"Okay, you brat, nothing about you is mine. What are you still telling me here? Yours is mine. Let me tell you, even your brat is mine. After reading so many years,
It’s all in vain. Could it be that it’s all gone into the dog’s belly? Is this what you are? This is how your husband educates you to respect your elders and be filial to your parents? What a bastard.”
While talking, Uncle Gong Jian did not slow down in filling his mouth with steamed buns. It was difficult for him to curse out the long string of words clearly because there was something in his mouth.
And looking at the fewer and fewer steamed buns, Gong Yaozu also gave up completely. As for his father's scolding, he ignored it. Anyway, as long as his father didn't hit anyone, Gong Yaozu felt that his father
You can say whatever you like, but he won't listen anyway.
Seeing that a steamed bun was about to be eaten by Uncle Gong Jian, Gong Yaozu immediately realized this. He hurriedly stepped forward, took advantage of Uncle Gong Jian's raising his hand to eat the steamed bun, put his hands into the pot, and put the half of the bun into the pot.
The bowl of porridge was brought out. As soon as he held the bowl, Gong Yaozu immediately took several steps back, widening the distance between him and Uncle Gong Jian.
This time he was really smart. Since his father injured his foot and had difficulty moving, as long as he ran outside his father's range of movement, he would be safe. The two blows he had just received on the head were not
It's all in vain.
But Uncle Gong Jian, who was eating steamed buns over there, didn't take Gong Yaozu's actions to heart at all. He had also seen the bowl of porridge just now, and Gong Yaozu had already drank a few of that bowl of porridge.
Mouth, now it’s just over half a bowl.
Besides, he also knew about the porridge that his mother-in-law cooked in the morning. Although the bowl of porridge that the mother-in-law left for her son today was worried about her son, it was indeed thicker than their two bowls. In the morning, Uncle Gong Jian and his wife drank
The porridge was obviously much thinner than that bowl, but Uncle Gong Jian really didn't like that bowl. It was obvious that his son had already drank a few mouthfuls of the half bowl of porridge.
Besides, Gong Yaozu is his most promising son after all. He also hopes that this son will study hard and become a high official in the future, with a glorious family name. Of course, he can't say that he ate the steamed buns and didn't even eat the porridge.
Don’t keep this to yourself
The youngest son, so he turned a blind eye. Regarding Gong Yaozu's hurried retreat with the porridge bowl, Uncle Gong Jian just snorted coldly in his heart, but did not continue to curse.
.It can be regarded as acquiescing to his son’s behavior.
It was not until he was sure that Uncle Gong Jian did not stop him in any way that Gong Yaozu felt relieved. It seemed that his father had acquiesced and drank the bowl of porridge by himself. Although the bowl of porridge did not look like much, it was still
Better than nothing.
But after just two sips, Gong Yaozu discovered that there was something else hidden in the porridge bowl. He thought about it and immediately realized that his mother would often hide one or two eggs in his rice bowl. It seems that today
There was indeed hidden goods in this bowl of porridge. Gong Yaozu was nervous and looked up at Uncle Gong Jian, but found that Uncle Gong Jian's attention was not on him at all at this time, so he slowly turned around
He turned around, turned his back to Uncle Gong Jian, and carefully ate the eggs in the bowl.
He must eat this egg into his stomach. Uncle Gong Jian cannot find it now. If his father finds it, it will definitely not fall into his mouth. He swallowed the egg hard here, Gong Jian
Uncle Jian finally finished eating there, and he
That steamed bun. He touched his stomach, which was barely comfortable, and sighed a little depressedly. How could it be enough for him to eat just such a steamed bun? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his eyes over there, with his back to
On Gong Yaozu who was eating porridge by himself.
Seeing Gong Yaozu still drinking porridge, Uncle Gong Jian was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether he should hand over the half bowl of porridge to the bastard. But after hesitating again and again, he finally gave up. What's the matter?
He is also his own son. Besides, I still hope that this son will become a high official after studying. It is not easy for him to do things too well now.
The kitchen was empty. Uncle Gong Jian was sitting on the stove and didn't want to go back to his room for a moment. The woman hadn't come back yet, and the room was deserted. He might as well sit here and watch his little son.
It can be a bit popular. Uncle Gong Jian was thinking about how to chat with his youngest son for a while. Suddenly his nose twitched vigorously a few times, and a smell of egg fragrance floated into his nostrils.
Immediately, the saliva in Uncle Gong Jian's mouth suddenly secreted out, and then he said: "Huh? Yaozu, do you smell the smell of cooked eggs?"
Gong Yaozu, who was eating eggs over there, was so frightened that he almost choked on the eggs in his mouth when he heard his father say these words. (To be continued)