In the entertainment industry, you are scumbag and I am cheap

"Hey, Daddy will take you to school later, okay?" At the dinner table, Cheng Xiangdong pulled the mushrooms and carrots his son had picked out into his own bowl, and poked his dimples, "Don't be picky eaters."

Cheng Muyun's little friend raised his face, held the spoon in his little hand, stared at the shiitake mushrooms and shredded carrots in his bowl with big eyes for a while, and then replied very seriously: "Daddy, school is closed today, and I didn't Picky eaters, I just want to eat together at the end."

Cao Xu burst out laughing, stretched out his hands to rub the soft hairy head, "Bao'er is so good."

"I said don't call me Bao'er. My mother saw that the unknown cats and dogs in other people's homes were all babies. The baby called her grandson and called her baby baby. She was really speechless."

"What's that called?"

Cheng Xiangdong pushed the hair that blocked his eyes behind his ears, propped his chin with one hand to wipe his mouth for his serious son who was eating, and said with a light smile, "Forget it, you can call it whatever you want, anyway, he doesn't want to talk to anyone else." He didn't respond to what you called at that time."

Cheng Muyun's little friend ate up all the food in the bowl, touched his fleshy stomach, "Daddy, I still want to eat."

"One more spoonful is enough. If you eat too much, you will feel uncomfortable. Daddy will make egg tarts for you at noon."

"Ok!"

"Our Bao'er is different from when you were a child. You were very naughty when you were a child." Cao Xu handed over the milk and motioned the little fat boy to drink it up. "I have never eaten so honestly before."

"Well, whatever." Cheng Xiangdong replied indifferently.

"..." Who is the mother? The skin is getting thicker as she gets older.

After dinner, Guaizi ran to the yard to play by himself. Cao Xu came down from upstairs with his electronic notebook and said to Cheng Xiangdong who was sitting on the sofa: "Have you booked a ticket yet?"

"The day after tomorrow," Cheng Xiangdong turned his head, glanced at his son who was digging a hole with a small shovel squatting under a tree, and sighed, "I'm afraid he won't get used to it." Cheng Muyun, who has been abroad since birth, is now four years old. I usually speak French with children of the same age at school, and only speak Chinese to Cheng Xiangdong when I am at home, and there are friends he is familiar with here. I wonder if I can get used to the life there when I return home.

Cao Xu didn't think it was a big problem, so he handed him the electronic book in his hand, and said, "Your elder brother found the kindergarten, let's see how the conditions are."

Taking the electronic book and flipping through it, Cheng Xiangdong raised his eyebrows, "Brother is looking for either the best in the country, or the most expensive. My mother said that there is a new kindergarten in the community, which is very good. They are the grandchildren of veteran cadres." Granddaughter, I want the good boy to go too, they can pick them up if they are close to home."

"How was the teaching?" Cao Xu raised his eyebrows and sat next to him, "The kindergarten your elder brother sent Nuan Nuan to is pretty good."

Cheng Xiangdong glanced at him with his eyelids lifted, put the electronic notebook aside, and bumped his elbow on him, "Brother took Xiao Nuannuan to travel last year, you two get along well."

"Just say what you want to say."

"Nuannuan likes you so much. I surround you all day long with the name Uncle Xu. He is even closer to my uncle. It's not like you don't know that your eldest brother has been divorced for so long. What are you doing with it? You can go back with me." .”

Cao Xu's answer was to stand up, ignore him and go to the courtyard to play digging with Cheng Guaizai.

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After five years away, Cheng Xiangdong was still a little uncomfortable when he returned home. Not to mention his room has been greatly changed, the decoration of the house seems to have been changed.

"Mom, the furniture wasn't like this when I was watching the video a few days ago." I touched the corners of the wooden coffee table, and they were all rounded with sandpaper, and on the ground, the previous tiled floor was directly covered with a layer of blankets. Huhu.

"I'm afraid Bao'er will bump into you, Bao'er, come and give grandma a hug," Cheng's mother reached out and picked up the boy who was holding a big apple in both hands, put him on her lap, and shook her arms, "Grandma's baby, It can be regarded as coming back, and I want to die grandma."

Cheng Xiangdong raised his hand and pressed his forehead, and he could already foresee how his parents would spoil the child in the future.

"Where's my dad? I didn't see it downstairs just now." He took the apple in his son's hand, peeled it, cut it in half, scraped it into apple foam with a small iron spoon, and fed it. Go ahead and woo.

"Why is it the same as when you were a child, you have to scrape and eat," as the saying goes, the old lady is satisfied with how her grandson looks, she wipes her mouth after taking a bite, and doesn't let go of it when she holds it. I went, and said that I would have a drink with you at night, and take Bao'er to your grandfather's tomorrow, and your father told them about this before you came back." In any case, it is a family, and it is impossible to keep it a secret.

Nodded, Cheng Guaizi is four and a half years old, and it is time to meet his family. The old man is in his 80s, and he is looking forward to having a great-grandson. He originally thought that the eldest would have a child after he got married, but he was born a girl , the little princess is also good, but who would have thought that the two would divorce as soon as the child was weaned? If I can't find a suitable one, I would rather live with the specimens in the forensic office for the rest of my life.Now that he suddenly found out that Cheng Xiangdong had given birth to a child, the old man was surprised besides being shocked. He has a great-grandson!

If Dad Cheng didn't stop him, the old man would come to live here that day.He said he wanted to be the first to meet his great-grandson, to develop a relationship with his great-grandson, he was really a child.

After eating half an apple, the boy turned his face away and shook his head, which means he didn't eat it.

"Sleepy or not, Daddy will take you to bed?" After sitting on the plane for so long, even though he fell asleep on the plane, Cheng Xiangdong was always afraid that he would not get used to it.

Guaizi hummed, rubbed his eyes and rubbed off Mama Cheng's lap, stood up and obediently said to Mama Cheng, "Grandma, I'll go to bed with Daddy, and I'll play with you when I wake up." The appearance can simply melt people's hearts.

Cheng's mother held his soft face in both hands and kissed him.

The boy was still a little embarrassed, his face was red, but he also pouted and kissed Cheng's mother behind his head. After the kiss, he turned around and threw himself on Cheng Xiangdong, hugged his legs, and buried his face.

Cheng Xiangdong smiled and squeezed his cheeks, picked him up and lifted his ass, "Go and see the room that your grandparents cleaned up for you. Dad lived here before."

Guaizi put his arms around his neck and listened seriously.

Cheng's mother smiled and watched the father and son return to the room, and the heart that had been empty for so many years finally returned to its original place.

When Dad Cheng came back from the market with the cart, those who knew him had to ask: Is Lao Cheng a visitor at home?He also came out to buy so many vegetables in person.

Father Cheng laughed all the way, telling everyone that his son came back with his grandson and bought fresh vegetables for his son and grandson to eat. Anyone who saw the festive energy felt that he would be infected and showed a happy smile.

When he entered the door, Dad Cheng screamed: "Bao'er, grandpa is back!"

Responding to him was his wife who came hurriedly from the kitchen with a kitchen knife. The wife stared at her but lowered her voice and growled, "Slow down, Dongdong is taking Bao'er to sleep in the room!"

Father Cheng nodded quickly, dragged the cart over and took out all the vegetables and meat inside, and leaned over with a smile, "Is Bao'er not used to it?"

"I'm a little sleepy after eating half an apple. I guess it will take a few days." Cheng's mother also smiled, and washed the meat and put it next to her. "It shouldn't be a problem to take it to see Dad tomorrow."

Father Cheng nodded, but still couldn't help but went to his son's room lightly, opened the door, and looked around.

Cheng Xiangdong didn't sleep, he just lay on his side on the bed and patted his son's fleshy little body to lull him to sleep. When he saw his dad coming in with his head in, he raised his hand to wave.

Cheng's father's eyes narrowed into a slit when he smiled, and even though the wrinkles were deeper, he felt a few years younger.

"Are you asleep?" He leaned over to the bed and stared at it and asked in a low voice.

"Asleep, and I have to sleep for a while." Cheng Xiangdong got up and tucked in the quilt, "I'll help mom cook, dad, you can lie here with him for a while."

Dad Cheng nodded again and again, he was so happy.

The family of four sat at the same table after a long absence, and Cheng Xiangdong was helpless looking at his mother who kept feeding the boy without eating.

"Mom, he eats by himself over there, and he even uses chopsticks very well."

Mother Cheng was holding a small bowl and a small spoon, scooped a small amount of rice in the spoon, and was about to feed Guaizi.

Guaizi nodded seriously with a stern little face, stretched out his little finger and pointed at Cheng's mother, and said softly, "Grandma, I can eat by myself, I can eat a bowl of rice, no picky eater."

The smile on Cheng's mother's mouth has never faded since she saw the boy, and she was even more delighted to hear him say that. She quickly put the small bowl in her hand on the table and gave him the spoon, "Then you can eat by yourself."

Guaizi nodded and took a small spoon to scoop the rice into his mouth. However, his arms were short and he couldn't hold the food on the plate by himself, so he turned his face to look at his daddy when the bowl was finished. The father and son didn't need to communicate, just A look can understand each other's meaning.

Cheng Xiangdong put some vegetables on the small plate next to him, wiped the soup on his face, and asked, "Is the food cooked by grandma better than that made by daddy?"

"Well, delicious!" Biting the Coke chicken wings, his mouth was full, and the boy gave Cheng's mother a thumbs up, "Grandma's food is delicious."

"Grandma's sweet baby, sweetheart, whatever you want to eat, grandma will make it for you every day."

Cheng Xiangdong rolled his eyes secretly, come on, this old lady doesn't need to persuade her anymore, after her grandson finishes eating, she will probably be in the mood to take care of herself.

"If you have time in the past two days, go to the kindergarten in the community. If you think it's okay, go through the formalities." Father Cheng looked at his well-behaved grandson and had to admit that his son is really good at teaching children, "Bao'er said Chinese is very clear."

"Simple daily conversations are fine. His French is better." Cheng Xiangdong poured wine for his father with a smile, "How long has the kindergarten in the community been open?"

"It's been two or three years. I've seen it in the past. It's pretty good. It's bilingual. It also takes children to do various activities. Upstairs, your Uncle Wang sent his granddaughter there. He said it was very lively with singing and dancing."

"That's pretty good. Let the boy go to school when he gets used to it. Mom and Dad will pick him up every day."

"Okay, okay, we can pick up and drop off every day and exercise."

Cheng Xiangdong nodded, and looked up at the small flat-screen TV hanging in the dining room, which was silently playing the TV series "Red Glory" he had starred in until Han Jiamu shot him to death, and then the episode ended Out of the ending song.

"Oh, what does this Han Jiamu look like? What was the name of the emperor drama that was broadcast a while ago?" Father Cheng turned to his wife and asked, "The one we watched."

"Legendary emperor." Cheng's mother was obviously also fanned by Han Jiamu, and she looked at her son and asked, "He came to the house once and asked about your situation. He said that he was your classmate. Son, are you two on good terms?"

Cheng Xiangdong laughed dryly with the corners of his mouth pulled, looked at his son who was drinking water from a cup in both hands, and said to himself that we are not only familiar, but your grandson is even more familiar with him.