The whole family was talking and laughing, turning into the corner gate, and all the way to the hotel.

"Didn't you just finished eating for a while? Can you still eat it?" Zhang Yanming asked Zhang Yanhui.

"You can't eat too much, but you can't eat less? What's wrong? I feel sorry?" Zhang Yanhui grabbed Zhang Xiaoyue's nose.

"This sounds really like I can't bear to bear it." Zhang Ma smiled: "Xiao Jing and Jiahui are both two of them, so the nutrition they need cannot be supplemented?"

"I'm not, I'm liberated." Wang Jiahui smiled and shook Zhang Xiaohuan: "Tell you sister-in-law, you don't have to stare at breastfeeding for a moment. It's really like you're relieved."

Tang Jing looked at her son: "I'm not annoyed. I'm planning to give him a few more days, and they all say that breast milk is good for development."

Zhang Xiaole coincidentally grinned at Tang Jing with his front teeth, as if he understood.

As expected, Dad Zhang and Uncle Wang were already here, drinking tea and chatting. The two waiters stood a little further away and were waiting to hear the call.

Seeing this group of people coming in, two waiters came over with a smile and helped hang coats and move stools. Winter is a trouble.

Zhang Yanming looked at it: "Why go upstairs today?"

"Don't bother, it's different from upstairs and downstairs." Zhang's father waved his hand and smiled and hugged Doudou to his legs: "What do you want to eat?"

It is true that others have restrictions on ordering food on the first floor, so they don’t care, they can eat whatever they want.

Others go to the halls wherever they want to eat.

There are not many people eating on the first floor, and they are basically their own employees. Customers usually go to the second or third floor.

The food preparation is quite busy, and there are quite a lot of meals in the guest room now, so the arrangements are all.

"Erming, come to your wedding banquet, how much does it cost to get in one day?" Aunt Wang looked at the small stage and asked.

A couple just held a wedding here two days ago. The stage dress was not removed, and it looked pretty like this.

"It depends on what dish he wants. At the lowest price, if it counts at twenty tables, it will cost about 20,000 yuan, no matter how high it is, I have never calculated it. I guess it will be impossible to suppress it for about 100,000 yuan."

"My God, what do you have to eat? Dragon meat?"

"There are still so many good things, and seafood is not cheap. People can only jump over the wall with tens of thousands of dollars, so we are nothing."

"A bowl of tens of thousands?"

"Well, a small bowl. I've heard of it and haven't eaten it." The main dish of Buddha Jumping the Wall was a seafood dish, and he was not interested at all. For him, seafood was not as good as a piece of beef. It was more comfortable to have the skill of eating abalone to make the bowl of pork.

"Oh, we ordinary people live in the well and have no knowledge."

"That's not easy. Just eat whatever you want, and you have everything." Dad Zhang continued with a smile.

"But, no, that thing is what we eat? It will take several days to cook for a meal, so it won't get angry?" Aunt Wang curled her lips and shook her head.

Some things are engraved in the bones, and the environment has little impact. Many rich generations maintain a very frugal lifestyle. They are not reluctant to let go, but are used to this, but they feel uncomfortable if they change the way.

The biggest difference between nouveau riche and rich people is that rich people regard money as a tool and pursue comfort in life. Nouveau riche is a dazzling one.

It is the feeling that villains are successful and poor people are suddenly rich, and they are eager to let others see how they can do it. But rich people don’t care about this, just feel comfortable.

This is a mentality issue, and it is also related to personality.

Chinese people have always like extremes in their work, and this is true from management to life.

It’s like the saying that a son raises his daughter in poverty and raises his daughter in poverty. I have never seen a few sons in poverty and raises his daughter in poverty and raises his daughter in poverty and many people have done their best.

But no one has ever thought about what this sentence means.

Raising a son in poverty means that his son should exercise more from an early age so that he can develop an independent and tenacious personality and a sense of responsibility, not to let him wander around and beg for food and clothing without wrapping his body and eating and not having enough food.

A daughter's wealth does not mean wearing silk forging and getting a bag of tens of thousands of yuan to keep her princess sick, but refers to learning in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and spiritual prosperity. The meaning of these two sentences refers to the cultivation of spirit and personality.

The ancients were quite experienced in educating people, and they were basically irrelevant to materials.

The whole family gathered to have a meal together, listening to Zhang Ma and Aunt Wang, and listening to the two villains chattering. This feeling made Zhang Yanming feel very happy.

Zhang Xiaohuan can eat something now, with thick porridge and a few slightly softer side dishes. He ate the whole face and the table, and he stared at the big eyes and was laughing.

Zhang Xiaole still doesn't know anything. She ate and slept and ate, and she spent most of her time confused.

The genes of the old Zhang family are quite strong. The children are all white, fat, big eyes and long eyelashes. They are obviously just the brothers and sisters of uncles, but they all look very similar. They look like a family at first glance.

Sun Hongye was full of envy and jealousy. Zhang Yanming felt that she was about to get sour water, and subconsciously felt a faint pain in her waist.

Well……

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"What are you doing for pinching me?"

"Hmm? Oh, hehe, I didn't pay attention, I didn't pay attention."

Zhang Yanming stroked Sun Hongye's head helplessly, turned his head to Tang Jing and said, "Sister-in-law, lend us Zhang Xiaole for a few days, right? Let Hongye sleep in her arms, you are just taking a good rest for a few days."

"But let you down." Zhang Ma looked at Zhang Yanming: "It's so damn bad. You have to feed it tonight. Can Hongye still sleep? It's okay when you quit your breasts, just don't be afraid of trouble."

Tang Jing laughed: "Okay, please help me with me when I quit breastfeeding, so I can save trouble." She had experienced Tang Doudou and knew how noisy the child was at that time.

Wang Jiahui shook her head with her face and shook her head: "Oh my god, that's heart-wrenching, I don't sleep all night. It's over, I'm so swollen that I still hurt, anyway. I don't want to do it again."

"What have you suffered? Put your child on me, do you care?" Aunt Wang gave her daughter a blank look.

"Don't I feel hurt too?"

Tang Jing looked at Tang Doudou: "You are even good at getting a bargain. No one can help Doudou at that time. I just tormented by myself. I cried with her. I had to endure the pain. I had to have a low fever. I had to fiddle with her."

"Don't mention the past." Zhang Ma kissed Doudou: "As a mother, you have to do this. When Xiaole quits breastfeeding, you will throw it away."

"Why don't our children have nicknames?" Zhang Yanhui quipped: "There are no three brothers, and these are not. Now Doudou has them. This guy is the only one in our family."

"Just as long as you call me." Zhang's father put down his chopsticks and drank the soup: "It's not the same thing as a big name."

"You are going to get a font size?" Zhang Yanming asked Zhang Yanhui: "Who is the surname? His name is XX, and his name is from Jushi Shanren."

"Hey, yes," Zhang Yanhui nodded with a smile: "That's it. Someone's surname is Zhang, Fei and Yide, and it sounds so exciting. Why do you think good customs have disappeared? This is also a tradition, right?"

"That's right," Zhang Yanming nodded: "Secret, clan, name, character, and number are the manifestation of class. Ordinary people do not have class certification, and only the powerful and upper-class people can use it.

During the Tang and Song dynasties, the surname He clan was merged, and the genealogy began to exist in the Ming and Qing dynasties. The names and names were mixed, and the names and characters were also mixed. The number was the privilege of successful well-known people. Now everyone is equal, so naturally there is no more."

"There was only the Ming and Qing Dynasties? No, right? I think many of the genealogies can be traced to the Han and Tang Dynasties. Distant Ancestors."
Chapter completed!