The Immortal Road of Rebirth

Chapter 73 "Home" (2)
Xiaoxiao was typing a small report to attract Dad's attention, while playing with the epaulets of his father's general uniform.

Like most ordinary Chinese, Xiaoxiao has a natural yearning and admiration for this green dress. It represents a sense of security, a man's responsibility and protection.

In a sense, Xiaoxiao can also be regarded as a uniform control.It's a pity that at the same time, she is an army blind, and has no idea what the various epaulettes represent.It has a taste of Ye Gong's love for dragons.

Papa Ye turned a blind eye to her daughter's petty actions, silently conniving at her teasing and sabotage.Just looking at his wife from time to time, touching his daughter from time to time, the smiles on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows can be seen at a glance.

When the "Three Musketeers" and the two Ouchi guards came downstairs after taking a shower, what they saw was this warm and sour picture.

Ye Xiu's greeting broke the tranquility:
"Dad, you're back."

Yu Ziqi and Zhao Rongfei also greeted obediently.

Seeing his son, whom he hadn't seen for more than half a year, seemed to have grown taller, Papa Ye was also very happy.Putting his arms around Ye Xiu's shoulders, he dragged him in front of him, looked at it carefully, and smiled with satisfaction:
"Haha, good boy, I heard from your grandfather that he has performed very well recently and is worthy of praise. I also know that I brought my younger sister to see my parents, not bad."

Looking at the two young men who stood in front of me and said hello solemnly, I was both gratified and moved.

Ziqi is the son of his old friend.Ordinarily he was a pretty good kid, but he was a little too good-looking, combining the strengths of his old friend and his wife.

Not to mention that the child's face is full of peach blossoms, I heard that he is still looking for bees and butterflies everywhere, it seems that his old friend will have to worry about it in the future.

In such a comparison, my son still has peace of mind.

Rong Fei is the son of an old colleague.Just like his father, he is unsmiling and expressionless.Judging from his performance in the military academy in the past two years, he will be a good soldier in the future.

I'm a little envious. I don't know if there will be any boys in my family who can inherit my mantle in the future.Ye Xiu didn't have to just watch, it was more suitable for him to spend time in the office.

Speaking of which, Papa Ye is not a strict father to his children.

Needless to say to Xiaoxiao, that is pampering without bottom line.

Even with his son, he never beats or scolds, and pays attention to equal communication, which is very enlightened.

Of course, this son did not disappoint himself.

With his own hard work, he was admitted to the ideal university; he has a good upbringing from a master, and he is neither dandy nor domineering; he looks gentle and harmless on the surface, but in fact he has a lot of ideas in his heart, and sometimes he is sloppy.

After a few people had exchanged pleasantries, it was time for dinner.

Mother Ye went to the airport to wait for the pick-up in the afternoon, so naturally she didn't have time to prepare dinner.This clean-up banquet must be arranged in a restaurant.

"Let's not eat at home today, how about taking you to try the famous Sichuan hot pot?" Father Ye asked his sons, daughters and nephews for their opinions democratically.

The "Three Musketeers" are used to pretending to be honest in front of their parents, while the old guard continues to act as an invisible man.

Only Xiaoxiao responded positively to her father's proposal and cheered happily.

Thinking of the delicacies in Chengdu, Xiaoxiao couldn't help salivating.Chengdu, in Xiaoxiao’s heart, is synonymous with food.

I remember that later generations Chengdu was approved to join the UNESCO Creative Cities Network and was awarded the title of "City of Gastronomy".This shows the infinite charm of Chengdu cuisine.

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For Adam, heaven was his home; for his descendants, home was heaven - Voltaire
(End of this chapter)