my son is the king

Chapter 1 Always Handsome Always Cool
"Dad, you're still alive, you're not dead, it's great, it's really great," the seven-year-old son hugged AMTD and cried bitterly. The crying was like a rain of tears. The listener was sad, and the hearer tears.

This is a sunny spring in March, and it is probably also an afternoon where the spring breeze is rippling.

Time: April 2019, 4.

Location: Wenhai City, Mingde Road, at the entrance of Sunshine Primary School.

The sun was setting, and the evening glow dyed half of the sky red.

AMTD was stunned for a full minute before it came to its senses. It slapped its son Shang Xiaoman on the ass and scolded: "Little bastard, what are you talking about? A man stands at thirty, your father and I are just like a flower!" Age is tougher than life."

"It's nothing, as long as you're still alive." Shang Xiaoman wiped away the unstoppable tears, and said solemnly: "Dad, don't worry, I will never let anyone hurt you in this life. ,must……."

The son's tone was very firm, and his expression was swearing, but AMTD was not moved at all, but had the urge to laugh.

"I don't have a fever either," he murmured to himself, placing his hand on his son's forehead.

"Dad, I'm fine, I'm really fine," Shang Xiaoman shook his head and said, "Let's go home, I'm fine, better than ever."

In Shang Xiaoman's heart, there has always been a secret hidden. In fact, he was reborn from the era of 3000 years after the recovery of spiritual energy.

At that time, he was already one of the few great emperors remaining among the human race, and he could be said to have a high position and authority.

However, if he had to look back on his past life, the one that made him most regretful was probably his father.

The man who pooped and pissed, who was both a father and a mother and brought him up through all kinds of hardships.

Before he could live a good life for a few days, he went to the Land of Ultimate Bliss amidst the great changes in the world and the revival of spiritual energy.

In this life, God gave him a chance to do it all over again, and he didn't care if he could reach the high position of his previous life.

In this life, he just wants to protect all the cherished people around him.

AMTD carried his son's schoolbag behind his back, held his little hand with his big hand, and asked, "Xiaoman, what do you want to eat, dad will make it for you."

When it comes to cooking, this is probably the only specialty that AMTD can be proud of.

When he was young, he was a student of Wenhai Academy of Fine Arts, the iron-clad 211 University. At that time, he often dreamed of becoming a great painter.

Great men like Van Gogh and Leonardo Da Vinci can be passed down through the ages and remain famous forever.

However, painters have a big disadvantage. When a painter is alive, no matter how high his painting attainments are, his value is always limited.

But when the artist dies, his painting becomes a masterpiece, and the value of the painting will skyrocket thousands of times in an instant, and even become a priceless treasure.

After graduating, after experiencing several twists and turns in work, AMTD did not know where to hear a common saying.

"If you want to capture a woman's heart, you must first capture her stomach."

Then he plunged into the sea-like profession of chef, and he did it for seven or eight years.

If there are no accidents, life will probably be spent in this kind of life of pots and pans.

Unfortunately, some time ago, the head chef of the restaurant had a car accident on his way to work.

When the newly recruited head chef came recently, he brought a large group of chefs from his team.

Then his group of former chefs naturally became a thorn in his side, the so-called three fires for new officials.

Finally, AMTD broke out amid another challenge from the opponent.

In my memory, it was an afternoon when the range hood was still humming, and the greeting of "Welcome" from the waiter at the door was ringing in my ears.

He tossed the ingredients for the pickled fish onto the chopping board, and the poor grass carp swayed a few dance steps gorgeously in the air.

Then he fell to the ground with a muffled sound, probably still screaming in his heart: "Although I am a fish, I also have a personality. If I want to kill or cut it, I will have a good time, so I don't want to torture the fish like this."

AMTD took off the chef's uniform and yelled at the fat head chef, "30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor."

Nonsence!
He yelled, "The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. See you in the rivers and lakes."

Then he turned around coolly, turned his head and left.

At that moment, AMTD felt that its whole body seemed to be emitting dazzling light.

Everyone in the kitchen stared at his stalwart back, full of respect and admiration.

……

Of course, it's cool to be handsome for a while, and it's cool to be handsome all the time.

The consequence is that he is out of a job, which is probably the price of a grown-up being brainless.

Just this morning, when he took two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk, and was about to eat while walking, he went to apply for a job at the new restaurant he had made an appointment with.

He suddenly looked at the hurried office workers on the street, looked up at the narrow sky like a line of sky, and the tall buildings like steel and iron.

At that moment, he realized, just like what the monks said he could see through the world of mortals.

He suddenly hated this city, hated the numb people around him, hated these buildings without the slightest emotion, and hated this unpredictable society.

On the contrary, he began to miss his hometown, that remote mountain village, where the simple folk customs, the green mountains and green water environment, and the blue and clear sky.

Perhaps the idea of ​​hating appeared in my mind a long time ago, but at that time there was still a lack of a fuse.

Now, with the fireworks completely exploding in his mind, he couldn't wait to get out of the city.

There is only one question before me, "How to convince my son?"

The work of the past few years has also allowed AMTD to save a large amount of money, so there is no need to worry about eating and drinking.

My son's studies have just ended this semester, and it will not be a big problem to go back to school in the countryside.

The key is whether the son is willing to go back to his hometown. After all, he grew up in the city and can adapt to the cultural environment of his hometown.

……

It has been scientifically proven that it is best to eat less for dinner, and it is best not to eat supper, which is the greatest kindness to the body.

The dinner for the father and son was very simple, two bowls of red date porridge mixed with black rice and white rice, some steaming white steamed buns, and a serving of cold cucumbers.

People often describe paternal love and maternal love in this way. Maternal love is like a small bridge and flowing water, gentle and delicate.

Father's love is like a high mountain looking up, always standing behind silently, being your most solid backing.

AMTD didn't know how to bring up the matter of returning to his hometown, so he decided to play the emotional card first.

The atmosphere was a little quiet, and AMTD spoke first, "Xiaoman, let me play a song for you!"

"Father" by Chopstick Brothers!
"Slow down the time, don't let you grow old anymore, I would like to use me to change your father who will last forever and be strong all his life, what can I do..."

"Father, just tell me what's going on," Shang Xiaoman asked flatly after taking a sip of porridge.

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