Domestication of dear wives: AA system for wealthy transactions

Mrs. Feng hadn't heard her son say this for a long time, and it suddenly reminded her of the time when he was still in middle school, when Feng played with Tang Zheng's body, his forehead was very fast, and every time he entered the house after school, he was hungry.

In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and her son has grown so much taller than her, but he rarely asks her for food anymore.

Mrs. Feng thought many times, it would be great if her son was still the same as when he was a child, but it's a pity...

Mrs. Feng resisted the urge to cry, and nodded: "Yes, yes, Mom made a lot of food this morning. I'll heat it up for you, and it will be ready soon."

Feng Nongtang was sitting at the dining table, and he suddenly felt like he was a child, waiting for his mother to prepare the meal and bring it to him.

It's been a long time since he had enjoyed this feeling. He was like a wanderer who had been away from home for a long time. He didn't feel much outside. Only when he got home did he realize that he missed this kind of warmth very much.

Mrs. Feng ran to the kitchen in a hurry to heat up the meal for her son, but she kicked out the maid who came up to help.

She hasn't cooked for her son for a long time. If the man has such an opportunity, she wants to do it by herself, and don't let anyone else interfere.

After a while, a hot breakfast was served, and the table was full, all of which were Feng Nongtang's favorite food.

Feng Nongtang looked at the sumptuous breakfast, and suddenly felt sad. How long has it been since he cared about his parents?

Sure enough, what Liancheng Yazhi said was right, he was really an asshole.

He spends all day hanging out with a bunch of cronies, leading a group of sensual women, but never thinks of calling home.

In the past few years, he has really lived... nothing.

Who else could care about him so much, except his family?

Who can do this without asking for anything in return, and treat yourself wholeheartedly, except for your parents?

Feng Nongtang endured his sadness, picked up his chopsticks and picked up a dry steamed siu mai. His mouth was big and his face was puffy when he ate it. He said while eating, "Mom, why do you have to cook so much? , you have to get up so early, just do more at noon."

Mrs. Feng was sitting in front of him, and she was happy watching him eat.

Feng Nongtang's words immediately touched her heart. The son cared about her and didn't let him get up too early.

Mrs. Feng was very happy, and said: "It's not much, anyway, I'm idle at home, and I usually get up very early, these are not... all done by myself, and my aunt at home. "

Feng Nongtang stuffed another one, and he said: "Mom, you really don't know these things even if you tell a lie. I can tell if it's you or Auntie who made it after one bite."

Mrs. Feng was cheerful and didn't speak. She was embarrassed to tell her son how much she wanted to cook a meal for him.

Because she was very worried, what should Feng Nongtang do after eating breakfast at home?In this case, she has no time to cook for her son.

Mrs. Feng saw that her son was eating too fast, and told him: "Eat slowly, breakfast is too fast to digest."

"Oh..." Feng Nong Tang responded.

"Mom, where is my dad?"

Mrs. Feng made Tang Sheng a bowl of white porridge for Feng, "I went to the company and left after breakfast. When he left, he told me to let you sleep well and don't disturb you. He also told me to do more. What you like to eat."

Feng Nongtang nodded with warmth in his heart, "Oh..."

Mother Feng originally wanted to ask him why he had an awkward relationship with Liancheng Yazhi and the others yesterday, but it was rare for him to have this kind of time with his son.