The little guy was too lazy to refute anything with his father, Feng Xinglang.
He only gave his dad a resentful look before burying his head in the crook of Hetun's left arm, no longer looking at him.
Amidst everyone's suppressed emotions, Feng Xinglang was actually able to eat happily.
"Xueluo, you eat too. The chicken wings were put together in a platter, and the cook told me that there were eight different flavors; let the cook cook cook more of the kind you like. "
Xueluo loved to eat chicken wings. When he was living in Pater Castle, Hetun knew about it. It was just that the Hetun at that time never cared about those things, but now that Xueluo's identity had changed to that of his Hetun's daughter-in-law and his grandson's biological mother, his attitude had changed 180 degrees.
"No rush!"
Linnuo's little friend was stubborn, old Hetun was not much better. Xueluo was not someone who could be persuaded with a few words; the grandfather and grandson pair snuggled together just like that, in addition to feeling sorrowful, they also felt a little warmth.
"Eat your food!" If you're hungry, they'll eat by themselves! "
Feng Xinglang picked up a piece of Cola Chicken Wing for his wife, "Do you want your husband to taste it first?"
Xueluo stared at his husband who was in every situation, then buried his head and started to eat that piece of chicken wing.
It was not as if they were really on the same page; they couldn't just all stare at each other and cry together, could they? His son, Feng Linnuo, had been crying for more than an hour. It was enough to give him, the Hetun, face!
"Um… This one smells of salt and pepper. This piece smells of garlic. This piece, it seems to be red wine? "
"Bastard Feng Xinglang! You're so annoying! You don't like to eat chicken wings, why do you still have to bite over them one by one? It's a waste of food, okay? Mommy hasn't even eaten yet! "
Little friend Linnuo could not stand his father's misdeeds anymore!
"What does your mother eating or not have to do with me?! Hmm… This chicken wing that seems to have been dipped in curry. Ordinary! There are three pieces left, I will continue to taste them! "
The little guy turned sadness into resentment, "I'm already so upset, why are you still eating so happily? Your conscience is really too bad! "
"If sadness can solve the problem, father is willing to cry with you!"
With a slight rise to his breath, he said, "Feng Linnuo, your father knows that you are a filial child, but your father wishes for you to be a brave and optimistic child!"
"Your foster father's arm won't grow back, but your foster father can still hold onto you and love you!"
"All of this needs your encouragement and support, and you're not the one who keeps on bickering and pestering me!"
"If there is, Eighth Brother, Old Tweleve and the others will spare no effort to help your foster father!"
Feng Xinglang faintly exhaled a mouthful of impure air, "You just saw it too, Ol 'Eight suffered a very serious internal injury … They did their best! So don't blame them! "
"Your Twelfth Brother's face was first hit by the stray bullets and then burned. He thought he was ugly, so he hid in his room and didn't come out to see you!"
Hetun did not care about how ugly they were, but this Xing Shi'er was originally an elegant and beautiful youth.
"Then I'll go look for Old Tweleve!"
It looks like the knot in the little guy's heart was already somewhat relieved from his father Feng Xinglang's guidance.
The noisy furry beast left the table, and the three people on the table were soon enveloped by Shang's will.
Hetun was speechless, as he looked deeply at his only son.
Feng Xinglang did not reply, he only nodded, "Alright, stop being so generous! Since you have no appetite, you should go to the doctor first. I see that your wound has already started bleeding due to Nuonuo, so it's best for you to quickly go in and treat it! If you let Lil Thing see you, he'll have to cry and play with you again. "
Only now did Hetun subconsciously look at his broken arm, and sure enough, there was a little bit of blood that flowed out from his sleeve.
"It also affects my appetite!"
Feng Xinglang's words were effective, the Hetun immediately stood up, "Then I will go in to take care of it, you guys eat slowly!"
Although the man pretended to be heartless, Xueluo could feel that the man was not feeling well either. She reached out her hands and gently stroked his back.
Xueluo could tell that his husband did not have a good appetite; he just did not want this sad atmosphere to become any worse.
"Accompany Nuonuo to see Xing Shi'er. I alone will be enough!"
Feng Xinglang stood up, but pushed his wife, Xueluo, away. "Don't let Nuonuo act rashly again!"
"Don't worry!" Aren't there still Uncle to lead the way?! " Feng Xinglang revealed a faint smile.
… ….
When Feng Xinglang came in, he was in the midst of infusion. His face was ghastly pale and he looked on the verge of death.
"Why so unlucky?"
Feng Xinglang laughed coldly, "You almost got annihilated?"
"Enough, don't move!" Don't say anything either! "
Feng Xinglang held down Xing Ba who was about to get up, "Look at you, you're almost out of breath, if you really get angered to death by me, how tired will you be!?"
Xing Ba said with a bitter face, "There are two to three hundred troops stationed there."
"Then why are you all still foolishly doing it with them?" Feng Xinglang scoffed, "Even a three year old child knows that he can't beat him, so he just ran!"