The atmosphere in the tavern was a little strange.
Cheng Yaojin drank and ate happily.
Lin Fan sat opposite him, his mind filled with question marks.
He could only nod his head repeatedly and smile obsequiously.
Behind the old man was a burly young man.
It was Cheng Chumo.
His face was filled with grievance, and his cheeks were swollen. He had gained two pounds.
Cheng Chumo didn't say anything, but he had already cursed Lin Fan's family tree in his heart.
He could not figure it out no matter how he thought about it.
This tavern manager was only a few years older than him and looked ordinary.
Isn't he just a little more handsome than me?
What kind of bewitching potion did she give her father?
This was not what shocked him the most.
What was even more terrifying was that His Majesty actually thought highly of this little shopkeeper.
Cheng Chumo recalled what his father had said on the street and shivered.
...
Lin Fan couldn't stand it anymore. There was a living person kneeling behind him.
How was he supposed to eat?
This Old Cheng was too ruthless…
"Old Cheng, why don't you let the child get up first? He has been kneeling for so long.”
Lin Fan asked.
After all, it was a family matter. As an outsider, it was not appropriate for him to say too much.
Cheng Yaojin waved his hand without looking back and took a big gulp of wine.
"Don't worry about it. He likes to kneel. It's comfortable to kneel. He can kneel for three days and three nights!”
Lin Fan was speechless.
He vaguely felt that Old Cheng's words were showing off.
Was there a competition to see who could kneel for a longer time?
"Cough…"
"Old Cheng, did I say everything I said to you just now for nothing?”
Lin Fan put down his chopsticks and looked at him.
"If that's the case, you two can go home.”
Cheng Yaojin looked at Lin Fan's gloomy face and put down his wine glass.
"Brother Lin, I, Old Cheng, am thinking of officially starting tomorrow.”
Lin Fan looked at Cheng Yaojin silently.
Seeing him like this, Cheng Yaojin had no choice.
He patted the long bench.
"Get up."
Behind him, Cheng Chumo was holding his breath. No one knew what he was thinking.
He didn't notice what his father said.
Suddenly.
Cheng Yaojin shouted again," Get over here! Are you deaf?!"”
Cheng Chumo was so scared that he almost fell to the ground.
He hurriedly got up and moved to the table as fast as he could.
"Quickly thank Brother Lin. If he didn't plead for you, you would have been kneeling for a day.”
Cheng Yaojin sighed and said in a low voice.
Cheng Chumo blinked his eyes and cursed in his heart,
"You want me to thank him? If it wasn't for him, my butt wouldn't have blossomed.”
"Let me beat him up!”
Cheng Yaojin saw that his son did not speak for a long time and glared at him angrily.
Cheng Chumo shrunk his neck reflexively and quickly cupped his hands."This big brother, thank you... Thank you for pleading for me."
As soon as he finished speaking,
"Pfft…"
A spiciness entered Cheng Yaojin's nose and he almost spat out the wine in his mouth.
Pa!
He raised his hand and hit Cheng Chumo's neck.
"Who are you calling big brother?"
"We call each other brothers, so you call him big brother.”
"Does that mean that we're of the same generation now?”
The more Cheng Yaojin spoke, the angrier he became.
It doesn't count if you took advantage of me.
She even took advantage of His Majesty.
You're really something.
Out of habit, he raised his hand again.
Lin Fan finally understood why Cheng Chumo didn't seem very smart.
So they were all beaten up by Old Cheng when they were young!
If he were to slap his head left and right every day, he would be beaten silly.
"Brother Cheng, calm down. Persuade and educate…Persuasion and education."
Cheng Yaojin glared at his son and put his hand down resentfully.
"Sit down and eat."
Cheng Chumo felt like his head was being fooled after hearing that. He reached out and touched his back.
"Hiss!"
How am I supposed to sit here?
Didn't you deliberately make things difficult for me?
I might as well kneel.
Cheng Chumo didn't dare to say a word.
His legs trembled as if they had stepped on an electric switch.
He clenched his fists, placed them on his hips, and immediately entered a horse stance.
In the end, he 'sat' on a stool.
? Lin Fan looked at his unnatural expression.
He understood immediately.
This was definitely a blow to his butt.
He shook his head and sighed. He got up and took out two wooden pillows from the woodshed.
Cheng Yaojin was full of doubts and stretched his neck to look.
Lin Fan turned around and went to Cheng Chu Mo's side.
"You... What do you want?"
Cheng Chumo naturally didn't have any good feelings towards Lin Fan.
When he saw that someone was running towards him, he immediately felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and his hair stood on end.
Lin Fan supported his back with one hand and placed the wooden pillow under his thigh with the other.
He adjusted his position again.
"Sit down and try."
Cheng Chumo was stunned. He didn't understand what Lin Fan meant.
She could only do as he said and slowly sit down with her knees bent.
His face lit up.
Although it still hurt, it felt much better.
It was more comfortable than the horse stance.
The position of the wooden pillow was just right, allowing his buttocks to be completely suspended in the air.
Lin Fan dusted his hands." Old Cheng, you're too harsh.”
Cheng Yaojin scratched his head and said,""This kid is tough.”
Lin Fan raised his hand to his forehead.
This father and son were really hopeless.
Cheng Chumo's stomach was already growling.
He sniffed, and his appetite was instantly boosted. He was about to drool.
"I didn't expect this shopkeeper to have some skills.”
Cheng Chumo picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth.
"Oh! It's delicious."
It was moderate in weight and did not feel greasy at all. It was soft and chewy, and its tongue melted with a light bite.
Cheng Chumo's appetite was aroused and he wolfed down the food.
He didn't care about the burden of the Cheng family's eldest young master anymore.
In any case, this person had been thrown to his grandmother's house today.
It was more important to fill his stomach first.
Cheng Yaojin's mouth twitched. Looking at his son's useless appearance, he almost couldn't help but raise his hand.
This appearance of a hungry ghost reincarnating had completely thrown away his old face.
Those who didn't know better would think that I had abused him at home.
In order to ease Old Cheng's awkwardness, Lin Fan quickly raised his glass.
Strong wine entered his throat,
Cheng Yaojin took a deep breath. Out of sight, out of mind, so he simply didn't look at him.
As Lin Fan ate, he said casually,""Nephew, your mother died early. You have to be filial to your father. It wasn't easy for him to take care of you for so many years."
"Ahem…* Cough * Cough!"
Cheng Yaojin coughed, and the jug he had just picked up almost fell to the ground.
"Pfft…"
Cheng Chumo spat out the food in his mouth before he could swallow it.
He spat on Cheng Yaojin's face and picked up a few grains of rice.
Pa!
Cheng Chumo slammed his chopsticks on the table.
The force was so strong that if it wasn't for Cheng Yaojin pressing down on the table, it would have flipped the table over.
At this moment.
A familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door.
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