Chen Dayong has very upright views. When his son said this, he nodded with approval and said, "I don't care who you have the child with. Anyway, your mother and I will have a grandson within two years."
Chen Feng couldn't help complaining: "Do you have to have a grandson? Not a granddaughter?"
Chen Dayong said: "We only have a son, so of course we hope you can have a grandson first. If it's a granddaughter, that's fine too."
Chen Feng didn't want to have a verbal conflict with his father, so he followed his words and said, "Okay. I'll try my best."
"It's not that we try our best, but we must." Chen Dayong said seriously, "Your mother and I are so boring now. We go home every day with just the two of us, and it's deserted. After a while, we will move back to the village to live for a while.
Time. It’s too deserted to live in this villa. There’s no one I know around, and even if I do, I’m not familiar with them, and there’s nothing in common to talk about.”
Chen Feng didn't care about this. He nodded and said, "You can figure this out yourself. As long as you are not afraid of being harassed every day when you go back to the village."
"I have told the people in the village that we will open a large iron gate at our house and ask two people to guard the door. Ordinary people will not be able to get in."
"Okay. You and your mother can make up your own mind. If the money is short, I will give you some more." Chen Feng's son is quite filial and has no money for them to spend.
"We have enough money for the time being. We bought some stores before, and we still have more than two million left on hand. Your mother and I usually live a good life with good food and drink, but we don't actually spend too much."
Chen Feng suggested: "You and mom can travel across the country, or even the world. You will also have bodyguards following you, so you don't have to worry about safety issues."
Chen Feng is still very cautious. He hired two bodyguards for his parents before, but they were not used to being watched all day long. Chen Feng could only let these two bodyguards live nearby with his parents.
Stay close by and protect them secretly, trying not to interfere with their lives.
Chen Dayong was very dissatisfied with his son sending two security guards to keep an eye on him secretly. He felt that his son was making a fuss and was being too cautious.
"Your mother and I don't know many people, and we're not a big star like you. We don't need bodyguards to keep an eye on us 24 hours a day. As for traveling, your mother and I have been to several places before. Your mother is tired.
I didn’t continue. Me too. It’s okay to travel occasionally. You can’t travel every day. It’s very tiring.”
Yes! Chen Feng feels that he and his parents really have a three-dimensional disagreement.
"Okay then. You can make up your own mind. Go back to the village and live for a while. When you get bored, you can come back here to live or go traveling."
"We don't need you to worry about it. You should worry about your own affairs. The news says that you are going to film a TV series, or is it a martial arts drama?"
Chen Dayong curiously asked about his son's work. Chen Feng, the son, gave him a rough explanation.
After hearing this, Chen Dayong nodded with satisfaction and said: "From what you said, this martial arts drama should be very good to watch. When the time comes, I will mobilize the whole village to watch it together. The ratings will definitely not be bad."
The father and son just chatted for a while until Zhao Xiaolan cooked the food and invited everyone to come over and eat together."
At the dinner table, Zhao Xiaolan frequently served Miranda food, which made Miranda very embarrassed and asked Chen Feng for help several times.
Seeing this, Chen Feng had to say to his mother: "Mom, you don't need to clamp it. Foreigners are not used to it, and it looks unhygienic."
Zhao Xiaolan was a little unhappy and said: "Why is it unhygienic? We are a family, so I picked up the food for her. If it was someone else, I wouldn't pick it up."
Chen Dayong frowned and said: "Okay, okay. My son said that foreigners think it's unhygienic, so they shouldn't pinch it."
Zhao Xiaolan glared at her husband, then picked up a piece of chicken and put it into... Zhao Wenxiu's bowl.
"Thank you, aunt." Zhao Wenxiu was very happy and gave Zhao Xiaolan a sweet smile.
Zhao Xiaolan smiled and said: "Xiaolan is still good. Unlike your cousin, this daughter-in-law already dislikes my mother before we get married."
Chen Feng was speechless for a while, pretending not to hear, and lowered his head to eat.
Miranda curiously asked Zhao Wenxiu in a low voice what Zhao Xiaolan said. Of course, Zhao Wenxiu was not stupid enough to translate everything, but only translated what her aunt said to Chen Feng.
After Miranda heard this, she quickly said to Zhao Xiaolan: "Auntie, don't misunderstand Chen Feng. In fact, he has always loved you and never disliked you. He often mentioned you to me."
Chen Dayong has very upright views. When his son said this, he nodded with approval and said, "I don't care who you have the child with. Anyway, your mother and I will have a grandson within two years."
Chen Feng couldn't help complaining: "Do you have to have a grandson? Not a granddaughter?"
Chen Dayong said: "We only have a son, so of course we hope you can have a grandson first. If it's a granddaughter, that's fine too."
Chen Feng didn't want to have a verbal conflict with his father, so he followed his words and said, "Okay. I'll try my best."
"It's not that we try our best, but we must." Chen Dayong said seriously, "Your mother and I are so boring now. We go home every day with just the two of us, and it's deserted. After a while, we will move back to the village to live for a while.
Time. It’s too deserted to live in this villa. There’s no one I know around, and even if I do, I’m not familiar with them, and there’s nothing in common to talk about.”
Chen Feng didn't care about this. He nodded and said, "You can figure this out yourself. As long as you are not afraid of being harassed every day when you go back to the village."
"I have told the people in the village that we will open a large iron gate at our house and ask two people to guard the door. Ordinary people will not be able to get in."
"Okay. You and your mother can make up your own mind. If the money is short, I will give you some more." Chen Feng's son is quite filial and has no money for them to spend.
"We have enough money for the time being. We bought some stores before, and we still have more than two million left on hand. Your mother and I usually live a good life with good food and drink, but we don't actually spend too much."
Chen Feng suggested: "You and mom can travel across the country, or even the world. You will also have bodyguards following you, so you don't have to worry about safety issues."
Chen Feng is still very cautious. He hired two bodyguards for his parents before, but they were not used to being watched all day long. Chen Feng could only let these two bodyguards live nearby with his parents.
Stay close by and protect them secretly, trying not to interfere with their lives.
Chen Dayong was very dissatisfied with his son sending two security guards to keep an eye on him secretly. He felt that his son was making a fuss and was being too cautious.
"Your mother and I don't know many people, and we're not a big star like you. We don't need bodyguards to keep an eye on us 24 hours a day. As for traveling, your mother and I have been to several places before. Your mother is tired.
I didn’t continue. Me too. It’s okay to travel occasionally. You can’t travel every day. It’s very tiring.”
Yes! Chen Feng feels that he and his parents really have a three-dimensional disagreement.
"Okay then. You can make up your own mind. Go back to the village and live for a while. When you get bored, you can come back here to live or go traveling."
"We don't need you to worry about it. You should worry about your own affairs. The news says that you are going to film a TV series, or is it a martial arts drama?"
Chen Dayong curiously asked about his son's work. Chen Feng, the son, gave him a rough explanation.
After hearing this, Chen Dayong nodded with satisfaction and said: "From what you said, this martial arts drama should be very good to watch. When the time comes, I will mobilize the whole village to watch it together. The ratings will definitely not be bad."
The father and son just chatted for a while until Zhao Xiaolan cooked the food and invited everyone to come over and eat together."
At the dinner table, Zhao Xiaolan frequently served Miranda food, which made Miranda very embarrassed and asked Chen Feng for help several times.
Seeing this, Chen Feng had to say to his mother: "Mom, you don't need to clamp it. Foreigners are not used to it, and it looks unhygienic."
Zhao Xiaolan was a little unhappy and said: "Why is it unhygienic? We are a family, so I picked up the food for her. If it was someone else, I wouldn't pick it up."
Chen Dayong frowned and said: "Okay, okay. My son said that foreigners think it's unhygienic, so they shouldn't pinch it."
Zhao Xiaolan glared at her husband, then picked up a piece of chicken and put it into... Zhao Wenxiu's bowl.
"Thank you, aunt." Zhao Wenxiu was very happy and gave Zhao Xiaolan a sweet smile.
Zhao Xiaolan smiled and said: "Xiaolan is still good. Unlike your cousin, this daughter-in-law already dislikes my mother before we get married."
Chen Feng was speechless for a while, pretending not to hear, and lowered his head to eat.
Miranda curiously asked Zhao Wenxiu in a low voice what Zhao Xiaolan said. Of course, Zhao Wenxiu was not stupid enough to translate everything, but only translated what her aunt said to Chen Feng.
After Miranda heard this, she quickly said to Zhao Xiaolan: "Auntie, don't misunderstand Chen Feng. In fact, he has always loved you and never disliked you. He often mentioned you to me."
Chen Dayong has very upright views. When his son said this, he nodded with approval and said, "I don't care who you have the child with. Anyway, your mother and I will have a grandson within two years."
Chen Feng couldn't help complaining: "Do you have to have a grandson? Not a granddaughter?"
Chen Dayong said: "We only have a son, so of course we hope you can have a grandson first. If it's a granddaughter, that's fine too."
Chen Feng didn't want to have a verbal conflict with his father, so he followed his words and said, "Okay. I'll try my best."
"It's not that we try our best, but we must." Chen Dayong said seriously, "Your mother and I are so boring now. We go home every day with just the two of us, and it's deserted. After a while, we will move back to the village to live for a while.
Time. It’s too deserted to live in this villa. There’s no one I know around, and even if I do, I’m not familiar with them, and there’s nothing in common to talk about.”
Chen Feng didn't care about this. He nodded and said, "You can figure this out yourself. As long as you are not afraid of being harassed every day when you go back to the village."
"I have told the people in the village that we will open a large iron gate at our house and ask two people to guard the door. Ordinary people will not be able to get in."
"Okay. You and your mother can make up your own mind. If the money is short, I will give you some more." Chen Feng's son is quite filial and has no money for them to spend.
"We have enough money for the time being. We bought some stores before, and we still have more than two million left on hand. Your mother and I usually live a good life with good food and drink, but we don't actually spend too much."
Chen Feng suggested: "You and mom can travel across the country, or even the world. You will also have bodyguards following you, so you don't have to worry about safety issues."
Chen Feng is still very cautious. He hired two bodyguards for his parents before, but they were not used to being watched all day long. Chen Feng could only let these two bodyguards live nearby with his parents.
Stay close by and protect them secretly, trying not to interfere with their lives.
Chen Dayong was very dissatisfied with his son sending two security guards to keep an eye on him secretly. He felt that his son was making a fuss and was being too cautious.
"Your mother and I don't know many people, and we're not a big star like you. We don't need bodyguards to keep an eye on us 24 hours a day. As for traveling, your mother and I have been to several places before. Your mother is tired.
I didn’t continue. Me too. It’s okay to travel occasionally. You can’t travel every day. It’s very tiring.”
Yes! Chen Feng feels that he and his parents really have a three-dimensional disagreement.
"Okay then. You can make up your own mind. Go back to the village and live for a while. When you get bored, you can come back here to live or go traveling."
"We don't need you to worry about it. You should worry about your own affairs. The news says that you are going to film a TV series, or is it a martial arts drama?"
Chen Dayong curiously asked about his son's work. Chen Feng, the son, gave him a rough explanation.
After hearing this, Chen Dayong nodded with satisfaction and said: "From what you said, this martial arts drama should be very good to watch. When the time comes, I will mobilize the whole village to watch it together. The ratings will definitely not be bad."
The father and son just chatted for a while until Zhao Xiaolan cooked the food and invited everyone to come over and eat together."
At the dinner table, Zhao Xiaolan frequently served Miranda food, which made Miranda very embarrassed and asked Chen Feng for help several times.
Seeing this, Chen Feng had to say to his mother: "Mom, you don't need to clamp it. Foreigners are not used to it, and it looks unhygienic."
Zhao Xiaolan was a little unhappy and said: "Why is it unhygienic? We are a family, so I picked up the food for her. If it was someone else, I wouldn't pick it up."
Chen Dayong frowned and said: "Okay, okay. My son said that foreigners think it's unhygienic, so they shouldn't pinch it."
Zhao Xiaolan glared at her husband, then picked up a piece of chicken and put it into... Zhao Wenxiu's bowl.
"Thank you, aunt." Zhao Wenxiu was very happy and gave Zhao Xiaolan a sweet smile.
Zhao Xiaolan smiled and said: "Xiaolan is still good. Unlike your cousin, this daughter-in-law already dislikes my mother before we get married."
Chen Feng was speechless for a while, pretending not to hear, and lowered his head to eat.
Miranda curiously asked Zhao Wenxiu in a low voice what Zhao Xiaolan said. Of course, Zhao Wenxiu was not stupid enough to translate everything, but only translated what her aunt said to Chen Feng.
After Miranda heard this, she quickly said to Zhao Xiaolan: "Auntie, don't misunderstand Chen Feng. In fact, he has always loved you and never disliked you. He often mentioned you to me."