"Oh, this silly kid."

Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming didn't expect the little guy to be so timid, so they would toast when they had disagreements.

Fortunately, I knew he was young when I was sharing the wine, so I only dripped two drops symbolically when I poured him wine.

But no matter how little wine is, it depends on who it is.

Zhang Yiming was also shocked by the little guy's appearance. Then, without thinking about it, he reached out and pulled the person up.

He stared at Zhang Jifan in a serious tone: "Why are you so scared? You haven't drunk alcohol, don't you know?"

"father."

Zhang Yiming held his arm, and Jifan's little face showed a bright smile, "Children...Children is just happy, so happy."

"Baby...the child has a home, and the child has...the parents who care about the child."

The little guy kept laughing while talking, but his eyes were filled with tears: "I'm so happy, I'm no longer... I'm no longer the wild cub they talk about. Dad."

"Dad knows."

Zhang Yiming felt sour when he listened to what the child said, "Stop talking, get up and drink some soup and eat something."

When comforting Zhifan, Zhang Yiming couldn't help but think of Feng Yin, who was also an orphan.

Maybe she had such sad times.

However, when she met her, she had become that dazzling strong woman with her own efforts.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Feng Yin with care.

Feng Yin felt the man's gaze, looked over suspiciously, and happened to see the deep care in his eyes.

Well?

Feng Yin was slightly surprised: What's going on?

Not comforting the child? Why do you still see me like this?

Without caring about studying the man's eyes, Feng Yin quickly said, "Be good at Jifan, come back and sit down quickly. Your father's injury has not healed yet."

"Oh oh oh oh ye ye ye ye dad, sit down quickly, the baby is fine, it's fine."

Although Zhang Jifan was a little dizzy, he was still thinking about Zhang Yiming's injuries and quickly wanted to help him sit down.

Zhang Yiming: "Okay, okay, daddy himself."

Things happened too quickly. At the dining table, the people who were originally focused on the food gradually realized.

Ding Zhenyao acted the fastest, and quickly took Zhang Jifan's bowl and helped him serve half a bowl of soup: "Brother Jifan, come on, come on, drink this first."

Zhang Qiubai immediately stood up from his seat and reached out to replace his father: "Dad, I'll help my fourth brother, you can sit down first."

Zhang Xinghe: "Fourth brother, this is really, too polite."

Having said that, he was not idle, so he quickly stood up and helped Zhang Yiming: "Dad, sit down, please tell your sons if you have any questions."

Seeing that everyone had done everything, Zhang Jingyu turned his eyes and quickly clamped the fragrant buckles and placed them in the plate in front of his parents and Zhang Jifan.

He didn't forget to please him and smiled at them: "Dad, fourth brother, you guys eat quickly."

Feng Yin was quite satisfied with the reactions of his sons, and Zhang Yiming also smiled and nodded at them.

Zhang Jifan sat back with Zhang Qiubai's support and thanked him gratefully: "Thank you brother."

Zhang Qiubai blushed slightly and waved his hand: "Brother, why are you polite?"

"Thank you, Brother Zhenyao!"

Xiaojia looked at Ding Zhenyao, who was holding the soup bowl, thanked him politely, took the soup he handed over with both hands and drank it in big mouthfuls.

He had never drunk alcohol before, and his head was still a little dizzy at this moment.

In the past, people liked drinking so much, but they thought it was a good thing. Now it seems that there is really nothing to drink.

The soup stewed by my mother is delicious. After a few sips of the soup, the originally hot stomach will be better.
Chapter completed!