Lin Chunxing was moved and her eyes turned red, "That's good Xiaofan, then I'll come to work tomorrow."

"Okay," Song Xiaofan nodded and smiled, watching Lin Chunxing leave.

He was busy debugging equipment in the fish pond. After a day of busyness, he returned home at night. Now there were several workers living in the fish pond, so he was not worried.

And Wong Tai Sin was also injured last night.

He guessed that although this little guy would not give up, he would not come to seek revenge these days.

When I got home, my father's attitude became much better.

When they finished their meal, Song Qingshan smiled at Zhang Sumei and said, "My wife, bring the Xifeng wine, and I will have a drink with me."

"Okay." Zhang Sumei nodded and smiled, turned around and took a bottle of West Wind for Six Years and placed it on the table, "Xiaofan, drink less, drinking alcohol is not good for your health."

"Mom, I understand." Song Xiaofan nodded, picked up the wine glass and poured a glass for his father.

"Son, come, let's have a drink, dad, come to toast you this glass." Song Qingshan raised his glass.

Song Xiaofan hurriedly picked up the wine glass, shook his head and said, "Dad, don't you dare, I don't have the wine to pay my respects to my son. I'll give you my son a respect."

Song Qingshan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You bought a knife fry a few days ago, and I beat you up. These days, my dad treats you with face, not a face, and his mouth is not a mouth. I thought the knife fry would die, but I didn't expect it."

He sighed and picked up the wine glass, "Come on, let's not talk, let's drink one."

Song Xiaofan's eyes turned red and he almost cried. In fact, he was also very wronged these days. Although he felt that he could support the sword fry, the villagers did not support jokes, and their parents did not support them.

He felt wronged.

It is said that parents are the most solid support for you, but when your parents do not support you, you still feel sad and feel uncomfortable in your heart if you do anything.

Song Xiaofan drank it all in one gulp and drank several more cups with his father. Seeing this, Zhang Sumei hurriedly grabbed the wine glass, "Okay, don't drink it anymore, if you want to drink it again, you will get drunk."

"Okay, what do you, a woman, know, don't worry." Song Qingshan glared.

Song Xiaofan shook his head and smiled, "Yes, mom, don't worry. I finally got to drink with my dad once, and it's okay if I drink too much."

Zhang Sumei sighed and put the wine bottle on the table, "Okay, then you can drink it, but don't just drink it, it hurts your stomach. I'll get you two more wine dishes."

Song Xiaofan smiled, "Okay."

When she arrived at the kitchen, Zhang Sumei's eyes turned red. She wiped her eyes and looked into the yard.

In fact, although Zhang Sumei was nagging, she was very happy. It was rare to see her husband and son drinking together.

Since Song Qingshan broke his leg and was paralyzed, the atmosphere at home has been tense, and Song Qingshan’s relationship with his son has been a little stiff.

Now Song Qingshan actually took the initiative to drink with his son, which is rare.

"Our Song family, are you going to stand up?"

Zhang Sumei stood in front of the Kitchen God, "King God, I don't ask for wealth and honor. I just hope you can bless my Song family with clothes to wear and food to eat, and you no longer have to worry about your livelihood. My family is safe, so I, Zhang Sumei, will be content."

Just then, Song Qingshan's shouts sounded outside, "I said, "I'm going to have some food, Xiaofan and I can only drink."

Zhang Sumei shook her head and smiled, shouting to the outside: "Okay, OK, it's OK, it's OK."

Two hours later, Song Xiaofan returned to the house after drinking.

Although a bottle of Xifeng was finished, he was not drunk. Song Xiaofan picked up his phone and read online novels for a while, and then opened the social software.
Chapter completed!