Alcatraz

ps: It’s been a long time, a long time, a bit childish, but I like it very much, but I haven’t started writing because there are too many holes to dig...

dad! Get up quickly.

Hey! Don't be so lazy, old man.

Immortal old man! Get up and cook for me!

With a louder cry, this little beast... No! my son. I began to learn to be disobedient and unfilial.

I am twenty-eight years old and my son is twelve years old. Although it's a bit strange, my son is indeed my biological child. Back then, I was ignorant and frivolous, so high school students learned how to fall in love early. As a result, trouble arose, and this son was a remnant of that time.

Looking at a young man, no! Middle-aged uncle. He hugged the quilt tightly and refused to open his eyes. Evil veins began to appear on Wang Dao's face. Although the age difference between father and son is only sixteen years, the gap in seniority is indeed insurmountable.

The father, who was so lazy that he never cooked a meal for his son since he was eight years old. bought? NO! Let the children cook for me.

It’s definitely not that Wang Yulong doesn’t know how to cook! As a top-notch chef in a five-star hotel, what if someone says he doesn’t know how to cook? That's a big joke.

"I have something very important today, Dad! If you delay me, be careful I give you a good look."

"What's so good and ugly? Aren't you just going to see your mother? Don't worry! She doesn't necessarily like you little bastard anyway."

"What? What did you say? Is this what a father said?"

The grumpy twelve-year-old boy picked up the old man entangled in the quilt with one hand. After grabbing it, he took a few steps back, then suddenly let go, and with a roundhouse kick, the irresponsible middle-aged man continued to lie back on the bed in an extremely dirty posture.

This series of movements is clean and neat, and really beautiful.

Wang Yulong, who couldn't sleep anymore, got up after covering his chest. But don’t get me wrong, when the Wang family is full of martial arts, it’s usually the younger ones who get bullied. Just now, I cleverly moved my butt to meet my son's roundhouse kick. So now the old man is unharmed.

"You little beast, do you want to murder your biological father? I have raised you for so many years? Today I will kick you out of the house and break away from the father-son relationship."

Before he finished speaking, a slender ankle wearing snow-white stockings touched Wang Yulong's shoulder. Although Wang Dao is much cleaner than his father, the socks are new today and he just took a shower yesterday. There was no smell on the feet, but the scene was still not pleasant.

With a dry smile, Wang Yulong moved his son's left foot off his shoulder. Wang Yulong surrendered very wisely.

I will make breakfast right now, and my son will go to meet his mother whom he has never met before. How could it be delayed? hey-hey! I'll go right away. Don't let that woman say I don't know how to raise a son before my son cleans up his appearance. Quickly clean up your handsome and suave man and earn some face for me!

After retracting his threatening left foot, Wang Dao looked coldly at his father who wasted his saliva. Under the strong mental pressure from his son, Wang Yulong obediently shut up. The straight line standing around is like the son of a young pine tree that has just grown. Went to the kitchen to cook.

Has education completely failed? How could he raise his son to be so rude, unable to respect his father, and so sinister and unlovable? Except for my appearance, doesn't he look like me at all?

Wang Dao looked at the back of his father who walked into the kitchen chatteringly, and felt an indescribable warmth in his heart. After all, father and son have been dependent on each other for more than ten years. Although the way of expressing feelings is a little weird, they are still father and son.

What was a pure love at that time, of course, later became impure and did not develop into a good outcome. At that time, both parents found out that it was too late. Wang Yulong's foolish idea that he should be a man and take on responsibilities led to the rare birth of Wang Dao, a little life. In this case, nine out of ten cases would have resulted in abortion.

Wang Dao's little mother was not prepared to be an unmarried mother, and the woman's family did not allow this little life that should not have appeared to have anything to do with them. In addition, both parties later transferred schools, so Wang Yulong had no news about his former girlfriend in more than ten years.

This love affair has long since come to an end.

As a single father, Wang Yulong has only his mother in his family. Naturally, we cannot bear such heavy life pressure. So after graduating from high school, Wang Yulong went out to make a living. Although he wasn't very good at studying, he didn't regret it at all. I can’t get into college anyway. When choosing a career, Wang Yulong thought of being a chef. The reason? It's simple - he's afraid that he won't be able to earn enough to eat, and being a chef is a profession where you can never starve to death. When he first left school, the big boy who was always worried about his future became much more realistic.

After several years of thinking and studying, I may actually have this kind of talent. Wang Yulong worked hard to become a special chef. I can earn about 20,000 yuan a month in a big hotel. In today's life, there is no problem in just eating and waiting to die.

The conflict between the father who does not seek advancement and the son who is born to be a good race is simply irreconcilable. Wang Yulong was born in an era when Shaolin Temple was popular, so his obsession with martial arts was ingrained in his young mind and was unshakable. Of course, he has little chance to learn that. So at that time, with a modest royal approach, some sinful thoughts sprouted.

Wang Yulong happened to know such a real martial arts master, who was said to be the direct descendant of the great master Dong Haichuan and the authentic sect of Baguazhang. Before Wang Dao went to school, when he was four or five years old, his father, who still had dreams, took him to show off to others. Eloquence is what you need. Of course, if it weren't for your eloquence, the courageous King Yulong wouldn't have had a son at such a young age; he is extremely thick-skinned, and if he wasn't the queen of shame, normal people wouldn't do many things like that. He shamelessly asked the famous martial arts master to accept Wang Dao as his disciple.

A person who has a thick skin can cross the city wall, and his mouth can bring life to the dead. Of course, having this tool is helpful. Originally, the old people still had some outdated ideas, such as keeping family secrets and passing down family secrets to sons but not daughters. But under Wang Yulongtian's shameless verbal attack,

Today, I am your son, and Wangdao is your grandson!

Such shameless words immediately knocked the old man down. Unexpectedly, he accepted Wang Dao as his disciple. Of course, after that wave, the economy has become the top priority for the people across the country, and no one is willing to practice martial arts that is not needed in normal society and is time-consuming and labor-intensive. The old man's son just didn't care about the martial arts passed down in his family and refused to practice it. That's why Wang Yulong was finally moved by his sincerity, and of course his shamelessness and patience.

At that time, Wang Yulong didn't have a formal job, so he sent Xiao Wangdao to his "grandpa"'s house every day, and he would eat there by the way. One stay lasted all day. When I go home in the evening, I usually go back after dinner.

The old man really couldn't stand it, so he was fine anyway. Let him practice Baguazhang with Wang Dao. Back and forth, father and son became apprentices at the same time, each with his own unique skills.

Baguazhang was originally divided into several schools. Qiankun Baguazhang is a fierce inner martial art. Youshen Baguazhang and Tai Chi have the same purpose. In addition, there are also widely circulated kung fu such as Baguazhang and Lotus Palm. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the martial arts world was prosperous, and the old man worked hard to sort out all the categories of kung fu. Unexpectedly, in the end, no one among his descendants wanted to learn. Only the Wang family and his son were better off.

Wang Dao was still ignorant at the time, and Wang Yulong was greedy for free food and drink every day. The father and son persisted in this for seven or eight years. It wasn't until the year before last, when the old man was about to die of old age, that the two father and son reluctantly left the freeloading place.

Fortunately, Wang Yulong had already passed the first-level chef qualification examination at that time. Although it was not very good, it was not difficult to make a living. Since Wang Dao was abducted by ignorance and learned Baguazhang for nearly eight years, the old man taught him extremely seriously. My health now is terrifying. The school's physical education test has always been passed with everyone stunned. Because he had no mother since he was a child, Wang Dao naturally could not eat breast milk and grew up drinking milk. Privately, he was jokingly called by his classmates: "He grew up drinking animal milk, the Chinese version of Tarzan."

My academic performance is even better. It must be because God closed one door and opened another. Wang Dao, whose parents are not very good, has a superior IQ and is very talented. He is the Lilo Baby of teachers and the Matrix of students. When every student sees Wang Dao's report card, they will feel like it's so dark. Hence its name.

In just fifteen minutes, Wang Yulong had already finished breakfast. After all, his status as a top-level chef is not for nothing. Most other people's breakfasts are light, including rice porridge, pickles, flatbreads, and fried dough sticks. But the Wang family's breakfast is never like this. The Wang family and his son are very particular about nutrition and taste. No matter who cooks, the meal will end up with six dishes and one soup, not counting the staple food. Although there are not many variations of staple food in Chinese cuisine, the Wang family and his son can keep the same dish for at least six months.

Crab roe siomai is this morning's filling. With the addition of several dishes that had no names at all, even a small banquet was nothing more than that. Most of these dishes are created by Wang and his son. As long as they taste good, they are satisfied. Who would be a grown man to choose a name?

No words are spoken when eating, and no words are spoken when sleeping.

Wang Yulong was quite successful in teaching his son how to eat. The two fathers and sons eliminated the fight very quickly, because it was an unwritten rule that whoever finished eating last would be responsible for washing the dishes.

Wang Dao and his father never waste food, and always measure the rice when cooking. No matter what, there is nothing left, so there is no such thing as cheating.

Wang Yulong was obviously getting old. When he was eating anxiously, drinking water and suppressing the food, Wang Dao had already ended the battle. Confirming that failure was a foregone conclusion, Wang Yulong began to eat the remaining food slowly.

Wang Dao would look at his father with murderous eyes, but the 28-year-old man who had been tested for a long time had long been accustomed to this. He doesn't care about his son's resentment at all.