Be a scholar after rebirth

Chapter 813 Others' Housework
In fact, An Ying knew that Ling Feng was afraid that she would be too lonely by herself.

I ran into Ling Feng on the way to the restaurant before. He went to the big supermarket in the county town to make purchases. Seeing An Ying alone, he must be very lonely.

He has been alone at home for many years, so he can understand the feeling of loneliness very well.

However, he was used to it, but An Ying was different. He heard that she had severed ties with her father in front of everyone.

This year is probably the first year she has lived alone.

Now, just as his parents came back, he asked An Ying to come over for dinner.

An Ying thought for a while, now that the Chinese New Year is almost here, and they are all on vacation, who can she call to come, and finally decided to go alone.

"The students have all gone home for the New Year. I will go alone. I don't know if you welcome me or not?" An Ying said with a smile.

Ling Feng chuckled, his voice still very lazy, "Welcome is welcome, you have to make me spicy chicken."

"Okay." An Ying agreed, tidied up, and planned to go to Ling Feng's house.

However, it was impossible for her to go there empty-handed, so she went to the convenience store next door to buy two barrels of yogurt and two large bottles of Coke before going to Ling Feng's house.

Although Ling Feng's parents came back, the house was still deserted.

Ling Feng was still working on the computer in front of his computer, Ling's father was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and Ling's mother was cooking in the kitchen.

Before An Ying left, there was no sound at home.

When An Ying arrived, Ling's father greeted An Ying very dignifiedly, An Ying called Uncle Ling very politely, and there was nothing else to say.

Mother Ling came out from the kitchen to greet her, "Yingying, you are here, that kid Ling Feng has been talking about you all day long, saying that the spicy chicken you made is delicious. I made him one yesterday and he complained about it." I don’t think I can cook anymore.”

Ling Feng's voice came from the door of his bedroom mockingly, "Could it be, do you know how to cook?"

Mother Ling's expression changed slightly, she was a little embarrassed and sad.

Father Ling glared at Ling Feng, "Did you ever talk to your mother like that?"

Ling Feng chuckled, "Dare you, do you still know that you are parents? I thought you had forgotten that you have a son."

"What are you talking about, bastard? I went out with your mother to do business and make money. Isn't it for your better life? Others' parents ask their children to learn this and that, do things, and we ask you to try our best. Satisfied, and I never asked you to learn anything, what else do you want from us? Is your current attitude the attitude you should have towards your parents?"

Father Ling slapped the newspaper in his hand on the table and yelled at Ling Feng angrily.

"Oh, that's really nice to say. You don't ask me, or don't you have time to ask me? Don't you have time to take care of me? Parents of other people ask their children to learn this, learn that, so what, at least, other people's parents will With the children, but what about you? Where are you?"

The more Ling Feng said, the more ironic he seemed, "I'm ashamed to say that you don't want me."

"You rebellious son." Ling's father rushed in front of Ling Feng, raising his hand to slap Ling Feng.

Mother Ling hurried over to stop Father Ling, "What are you doing?"

"What do I do? I want to teach this brat a lesson and let him know what filial piety is and what respect is."

(End of this chapter)