In the age of rebirth, the female supporting role was cleaned up again

Chapter 96 Why do you want to plan for you?
Zhao Lao Wu didn't expect him to drink so much, it was funny that he was about to teach him how to drink this wine when Zhao Hui, who finally stopped coughing, poured another glass into his mouth.

Zhao Laowu looked a little dumbfounded, and quickly picked up his own wine glass, "Jiu" drank it in one gulp, then poured another glass and drank it again, for fear that if he was a step slower, he would drink less than Zhao Hui.

After two glasses of wine, Zhao Hui couldn't drink any more.

This taste is unpleasant, and I don't know why those people who say that wine is a good thing like this kind of thing.

And Zhao Lao Wusheng was afraid that he would drink less, and he would not even bother to eat peanuts, so he drank one cup after another. After a while, he felt that his tongue began to disobey the command, and his brain was dizzy from alcohol.

"Father, am I your son?"

Hearing Zhao Hui's inquiry, Zhao Lao Wu couldn't help but grinned, and laughed with his tongue out: "Of course you are my son, I watched your mother give birth to you with my own eyes, didn't you My son, whose son could it be?"

After getting a definite answer again, Zhao Hui felt as if he had swallowed Coptis chinensis in his mouth, which was painful and uncomfortable.

"Then why are you doing this to me? People's fathers always plan for their sons, why don't you plan for me?" Zhao Hui poured another glass of wine for Zhao Laowu while asking questions. untie.

However, Zhao Lao Wu seemed to have heard some joke when he heard the words, he laughed and patted the table: "What am I planning for you? Raise a child...to prevent old age, you know? I gave birth to you and raised you for Let you take care of me in the future, I... hiccup...why do I plan for you? Are you my father or am I my father? Let me work hard to plan for you, what do you think? What do you think if you have the ability? What is it like?"

Zhao Hui looked at his natural look, and laughed at himself: "Yes, are you Lao Tzu, or am I Lao Tzu?"

You haven't done what a father should do, why should I do what a son should do?
However, Zhao Hui didn't say the latter sentence, so Zhao Laowu naturally didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhao Laowu just listened to the first half of Zhao Hui's words, and smiled with satisfaction on his face: "Yes, remember, I am your father, and I will be your father for the rest of my life. No matter how I treat you, you will treat me well. You have to honor me well, you know?"

Seeing that he still had the face to say that, Zhao Hui sneered slightly, and continued to ask as if he didn't care, "Then why do you treat Baocai differently? They are both sons, why don't you care about me, but don't care about everything?" Take care of Baocai?"

"Hey? Don't rely on me for saying that." After hearing this, Zhao Laowu stopped immediately, staring at his big erratic eyes, and solemnly declared: "I treat you and your brother the same. I don't care, if it's different for you two, it's because your mother is different for you two, but I managed to be impartial, so I won't blame you."

I don't know if it was because of drinking, Zhao Hui didn't turn his mind for a while when he heard Zhao Lao Wu's words, and after a while, he finally understood what Zhao Lao Wu was talking about.

Zhao Hui recalled the past carefully again, and found that it seemed to be true.

In his memory, his father, Zhao Lao Wu, has always fed the whole family by himself. As long as he is full, he will not care who is still hungry. Whether it is his wife or son, Zhao Lao Wu is always Never mind.If he treats his two brothers differently, his mother Zhang Dachun is really the only one.

Thinking about it, Zhao Hui suddenly laughed, laughing at himself for thinking it was unfair for so long, but he didn't see the fact clearly.

"Father, I really want to thank you for being the same as my brothers. Come on, let me toast you again." Zhao Hui said and poured another glass of wine for Zhao Lao Wu, not knowing whether he was really thanking him, Still mocking.

Just like that, Zhao Hui and Zhao Laowu drank a plate of peanuts, each said a sentence, and each drank a cup.

Zhang Dachun worked for half a day, and when he got home, he saw two drunk men lying on the dining table in a deep sleep. On the table, there were only empty wine bottles tilted upside down, and a few peanuts left. .

"Damn it, I really owe you guys." Zhang Dachun cursed, picked up the meat and rice noodles that Zhao Hui had bought, and went to cook, ignoring his father and son who were sleeping crookedly.

And just when the rice was about to come out of the pot, Zhao Baocai, who had been playing all morning, just got stuck and came back. He saw Zhang Dachun frying the noodles under the pot with meat, and he also ignored the drunken father and mother. Go back to the house and sit on the edge of the kang and start eating.

Zhao Hui was so disturbed by the sound of his sucking noodles that he opened his eyes, saw that Zhao Baocai was sucking hot noodles, needless to say, he took a bowl to the kitchen pot, picked up two chopsticks noodles, and ate them stand up.

He drank too much just now, and he vomited it all up in a short while. At this time, his stomach was empty and he was very uncomfortable, and he couldn't bear it without eating.

When Zhang Dachun saw that he unceremoniously scooped up two large chopsticks of noodles, he twitched in distress, and couldn't help complaining to him: "I know how to eat when I come back. I have been working all morning and I have to go home to cook for you. You eat too." go down?"

"Why can't I eat it?" Zhao Hui took a sip of the soup and said lightly: "Your man can still eat it when he drinks and sleeps at home. Your youngest son runs all over the street. He doesn't work and doesn't go home to feed him." You still eat deliciously when you cook, why can't I be the one who brings back rice noodles?"

"What are you talking about? Your brother is still a child, why are you teasing him?" Zhang Dachun immediately quit when he heard him talking about his youngest son.

"Yeah, my kid, he's so young." Zhao Hui snorted mockingly, and said in a neutral tone, "When I was seven or eight years old, I didn't see you treating me like a child. I didn't see you Protecting me like this, let alone you work hard to make me a stutter. You said I was talking, and you didn’t say anything at home that day, but you just caught me who finally went home to rest Accusation, why can't I talk about it?"

Zhang Dachun was speechless, just about to say something, but Zhao Hui had already finished his noodles, put down his bowl and left.

This is not the first time that Zhao Hui has relentlessly teased her, but her justifications have no effect on Zhao Hui. Zhang Dachun doesn't know how to deal with this son who doesn't like oil and salt. He gets along.

When Zhao Hui returned to his room, he closed his eyes and ignored the outside affairs.

In fact, he didn't fall asleep just now, and he could hear Zhang Dachun's complaints when he came back, but his stomach was uncomfortable and he didn't want to move.

Reincarnation is a skill, and he didn't know how many sins he committed in his previous life to have such a pair of parents.

He doesn't like the parents.

Really, he didn't like it at all.

Of course, they didn't like him either.

(End of this chapter)