The poor man and his rich man

The fragrant and soft white radish was warmly welcomed by Mi's family.

Not only Mi Hao's A father, Mi Gui, is very enthusiastic, but Mi Hao's O father, Rong Hua, is also very fond of him.

The two of them wanted to raise a white and tender baby son when they were together, but who knew that they gave birth to Mi Hao who was rougher than his father.

My son is hopeless, and it is enough to be happy to see his son bring a little boy back.

"Xiao Luobo, right?" Rong Hua smiled softly, completely different from his usual aggressive temper, "Uncle's stewed elbow today, you should eat more, look at how skinny you are."

"Thank you, Uncle." Luo Pohu held his rice bowl in trepidation and took the big elbow that Rong Hua put out with a big spoon, "I'll just serve it myself."

"It's all right." Mi Hao rubbed Luobo Lake's now shaggy head, "My dad scooped it up for you, and you eat it. If you can't finish it, just throw it to me. Don't hold back."

How dare he give Mi Hao the leftovers to eat!

Luobohu gnawed his elbows angrily.

Hi, it smells so good.