flirt with a rich man

The granddaughter suddenly changed, Mrs. Hou couldn't tell the reason, but felt that she had become better, of course it was a good thing.

Lying on the seat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the temperature in the room was moderate, and the old lady Hou wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep comfortably. Her eyesight became heavy, and she greeted her wife who was sitting there reading the newspaper: "Feifei's birthday, daughter and son-in-law return."

"Hmph, I still know how to come back." Shaking the newspaper, Hou Zheng felt that the words about the water splashed by the married daughter were absolutely correct.

The old lady smiled and said: "They all have something to do, it's good if they can come back." With a gratified expression, she murmured, "It's good to be back."

No matter how much you used to call the wind and call the rain, when you get old, you will be half in the loess, and you will be dying, so you miss the family love very much.

It was still a while before my granddaughter got out of school, the sun was already weakly emitting orange light, the snow became transparent and clean, and the trees and walls were dimly illuminated. Hou Zheng took off his glasses and sighed inaudibly, and sat next to his wife. Half of the light was blocked, and the wife's face was shining brightly. On her hair and shoulders, it was as beautiful as when they were just married.

"Both kids are like that."

Li Shufen has never experienced any hardship in her life, and her hands don't feel a little rough when she is old. She wants to have children, but knows that Hou Zheng wants more, but she can't get rid of her old face. She patted her wife's hand, "Don't be angry when you come back. , They work hard outside, and they must not take good care of them at home if they want to work, you didn't treat me like this back then."

Knowing what it meant, Hou Zheng said, "I know."

After being instructed by her uncle, the little princess took the initiative to play with Yiming's children at school. Although she ignored her at first, but the uncle said, just ignore her and continue to play with him. This person is afraid of encountering a stalker call taxi.

Isn't it just playing tricks, she will.

"Come on my birthday." Seeing that the teacher was elsewhere, the little princess sat next to Yiming with handmade props.

Yiming was a little confused, as if no one had invited him like this before, "I want to be at home, but I don't want to go."

The little princess felt that Yiming's words were much better than before, so she laughed, "Uncle said it's not good to stay at home, if you want to go out for a walk, I'll invite you alone." Mysterious.

Xiao Yiming couldn't think of asking him to look special, but he couldn't stand the little princess's irritability, and she took the initiative to show her kindness recently, so he finally nodded his head reluctantly.

Xiao Zhuo is currently on night shift, so he takes his son to the shop for a while before going home together.

"Dad, why are you so busy now that you are the store manager?"

Xiao Zhuo placed the newly made desserts at the front desk, and smiled at his son when he heard this: "Because I'm the store manager, I'm responsible for a lot of things."

Yiming ate the matcha cake, his mouth was flattened, "I still like when Dad is not the store manager."

This tone is really aggrieved.

Xiao Zhuo was wearing white overalls, a red scarf, and his cuffs were always spotless. He was not short, and his short hair was no longer than his ears, and he didn't have the thick bangs that young people have nowadays. He looked clean and fresh.

Near the store is the attached middle school, the young girls are just the age of chasing stars, and they are used to seeing the men who pretend to be aggressive in the class. Occasionally, when they look at the store manager, they feel like a flower popping out of the weeds.

"see you next time."

When Xiao Zhuo smiled, there were shallow dimples on both sides, and his whole body seemed to be full of flesh on his face, and his age was reduced a lot. If he hadn't seen the real scene, no one would have guessed that he was actually a father.

Packed for the guests, and took a photo at the request of the student girl. He wiped his hands and came out, squatted and scratched his son's nose, glanced at the little hand and calmly changed the small spoon to the right, "The salary of the store manager is high and you can give it to me. Yiming bought a lot of delicious food."

He was quite surprised when he was promoted to the store manager. The previous store manager went to the new branch to manage, and there are no one who can’t do it. There are actually a lot of old employees here, but he was named. He was anxious to ask and answer because he knew a lot and was willing to learn. .

As a result, his vanity was fully inflated, Xiao Zhuo's head became hot, his old face blushed, and he agreed.

Except for being late every day after get off work, and finally collecting the bill is his total point, there are no other changes.

But Yiming is still young.

"I like to eat durian-flavored ones, but you don't make them, Dad." Yiming poked his dad's dimple with a serious face, looked at the small spoon, pursed his lips, then switched to his left hand, and gave him a mouthful.

My own son, how can I dislike saliva, he swallowed it in one gulp, "I will make it for you alone in the future." Few children like to eat durian, and it is the first time to eat durian for Yiming, and he doesn't think it smells bad at all, and he eats it with great relish. He can't get used to stuff.

After staying there for two years, I learned a lot about making desserts from the master chef, and I also enrolled in cram schools in my spare time, so it was no problem for me to go to battle in person.

If Xiao Zhuo knew that Yiming would love to eat durian, he would never let him try it, and the whole room would smell of durian, every time Zhang Kai visited, it would stink out.

"Okay." Yiming said, "You said the same thing last time."

With resentful eyes, the parent coughed twice, "I promise this time, Yiming, eat with your right hand."

"I want to use my left hand." While eating, Yiming seemed to think of something, put down the small spoon, and said, "Dad, Xie Shengfei invited me to her birthday, can I go?"

Isn't Xie Shengfei the bastard's niece?

Dad didn't reply right away, Yiming grabbed Dad's hand and shook it, "She told me several times, and then I agreed."

"If you want to go." Xiao Zhuo calmed down, "Just go." Seeing his son looking like he wanted to go, he didn't say anything, just go if he wanted to. For the friendship of children, Yiming doesn't have any good friends. Xie Shengfei made a fuss. It's also good to take him with you if you are noisy.

Children, it is better not to be too dull.

"Then can I give her a cake?"

Yiming was too obedient, Xiao Zhuo pinched his nose, "Of course."

"Thank you dad."

"Kiss Dad." Xiao Zhuo nodded.

Yiming watched his father's face approaching, his cheeks puffed up, and he moved closer perfunctorily.

"You kid..."

"The store manager, the new product is ready, you can come and take pictures."

"I'll come right away." Xiao Zhuo stood up upon hearing this, "It's delicious here, and you can ask your uncles and aunts for more after eating, and tell them that Dad will pay the bill last."

"Oh, I see."

There will be a few new products every month. This month's main product is the matcha mille-feuille cake, which is different from other cakes. Xiao Zhuo asked the master to make innovations. It is no longer the uniform shape seen on the outside. Each one is different and caters to Children's hobbies make various graphics.

After setting up the decorations and turning on the lights, Xiao Zhuo took out his old buddy and touched the camera with a smile all over his face, loving that touch in his bones.

"Brother Zhuo, your photos are really beautiful."

A certain person was quite confident in his skills, he laughed twice, "Thank you for your praise."

If the filming is good, the original film can almost be released. Of course, the freshly made desserts cannot be sold, so let the staff share it.

Taking a copy for his son to taste, Xiao Zhuo sat opposite to watch the film, and deleted the unsuitable film by the way.

On the other side, Yiming was silent, and he accidentally looked up and saw this scene, and jokingly said to him: "Yiming, look up." By the way, he pointed at the camera.

"Huh?" As soon as he raised his head, there was a sound of "ka--".

"Daddy, you secretly took pictures of me again." Yiming stared, quite dissatisfied with Lao Tzu's behavior.

"It's called snapshot, and you can understand what it takes." The parents didn't raise their heads, because they were sitting by the window, the light was okay, and the SLR is as good as the current Meitu mobile phone, and the whitening effect is better than it's natural.

If you are good at taking portraits, basically you only need to adjust the color of the original film to produce the film.

"Look, this shot is pretty good."

What I caught was the moment when Yiming raised his head, his hair was limp, his skin was as smooth and tender as a child's, and his eyes were ignorant and innocent. He must be a handsome guy when he grows up.

Look at Xiao Zhuo, yes, the phone wallpaper can be changed.

"Come on, let's take a picture."

Yiming pursed his lips, subconsciously wanting to run, "I don't want to take pictures with dad, you always kiss me secretly."

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha, my god." The cashier girl was about to burst out laughing, she patted the table and couldn't help laughing, "The store manager, you are disgusted by your own son."

After being hit, the parents sneered a few times and pulled their hair, "Didn't Dad like you?"

To be honest, his son looks good.

Grabbing Yiming to wipe off the cake crumbs from his mouth, Xiao Zhuo rubbed his son's cool face twice, "I'll despise my father when I grow up."

"I don't have one." Yiming was stunned, tiptoed up to kiss him, and climbed up on the chair to eat the cake with his mouth flattened. Remembering what his father said, he switched the spoon to his right hand, and then switched to his left hand after two bites.

The culprit who caused Yiming's unhappy ears got up gracefully, ready to return to the back kitchen.

"welcome."

"Hello, I want to order a cake." A man pushed open the door and walked in with a blank expression on his face. He stood upright in front of the cashier in formal attire, looking around.