Cong Gang took his own plate and left after leaving these words of interest to Lin Nuo.
It was the most suitable job for his own son to feed his own father the medicinal cuisine.
Cong Gang also had some peace. He didn't want to have an unreasonable argument with Feng Xinglang.
'The more you feed, the more you hurt. Do as you see fit.' This sentence was indeed quite a challenge for a five-year-old child.
The little fellow understood that his father's body was injured and couldn't eat beef tenderloin braised noodles, so he could only eat the dark medicinal cuisine soup.
The little fellow picked up the dark bowl of medicinal cuisine and looked at his father, Feng Xinglang, who was frowning. He hesitated a little.
This Cong Gang was so evil that he was oozing pus!
Not only did he give them a plate of beef tenderloin braised noodles, but he also threw a bowl of bitter medicinal cuisine to them.
Feng Xinglang really wanted to smash the bowl of medicinal cuisine soup on Cong Gang's face and warn him with the attitude of a king: I won't eat it!
But at this moment, Feng Xinglang couldn't bring himself to be ruthless.
"Nuo Nuo, are you hungry? The beef tenderloin noodles won't taste good when it's cold. Hurry up and eat, that bastard Cong Gang's cooking skills are not bad. "
Of course, Feng Xinglang wouldn't fight with his own son for a plate of beef tenderloin noodles.
But the little fellow pursed his lips and said, "Feng Xinglang, I'll feed you medicine, okay? Mommy said, bitter medicine is good for illness. "
Feng Xinglang suddenly felt a headache coming on. This Cong Gang, who had been shot, was actually this evil? Letting his own son force him to go through this kind of hardship?
"That … Nuo Nuo, actually, my father's illness is almost healed … This bowl of medicinal cuisine was prepared by Cong Gang to mess with me. If you believe him, we'll both lose! "
One had to admit that Feng Xinglang was better than Cong Gang in terms of eloquence, IQ, and EQ.
"But I don't think Uncle Cong Gang would lie!" The little fellow had his own judgment.
"Good son, don't be fooled by Cong Gang's kind and stupid facade! You may know a person for a long time, but you don't know his heart. This is exactly Cong Gang! "
Feng Xinglang didn't want to slander Cong Gang. But he was really disgusted with that black traditional Chinese medicine. The color was unbearable, but the key was that it was so bitter that it made people want to vomit. Feng Xinglang felt that if he ate one mouthful, he would lose at least one month of his lifespan!
"How about this, you drink a spoonful of medicine, and I'll feed you a noodle, okay?"
The little fellow compromised. Suddenly, a pair of clear eyes that seemed to be thinking about her father's health flashed, making it hard for anyone to refuse.
Feng Xinglang mulled it over for a few seconds before yelling in the direction of the camera, "Cong Gang, you piece of sh * t have won! Does it feel good? "
With his son's filial piety, Feng Xinglang quickly finished the bowl of traditional Chinese medicine.
One had to know that every second this thing stayed in his mouth was another second of indescribable bitterness.
"Feng Xinglang, you're too vicious! They ate so fast! Would you like another bowl? "
It seemed that the little fellow was addicted to feeding him.
Feng Xinglang rubbed his chest and stomach while shaking his head.
"Nuo Nuo, the noodles are getting cold. Hurry up and eat."
He knew that if he didn't eat this bowl of traditional Chinese medicine, the little girl wouldn't eat the noodles. He had to admit that Cong Gang's move was really ruthless!
The little fellow immediately began to eat the delicious black pepper beef noodle stewed with noodles with great joy. Cong Gang's cooking skills were really good. The little fellow ate with great relish and kept smacking his lips. He didn't forget to feed half a noodle to his father, Feng Xinglang.
"Nuo Nuo, eat it. Your father is full."
Firstly, Feng Xinglang was really full from the bowl of traditional Chinese medicine. Secondly, he was full from being angered by Cong Gang.
The little fellow ate more than half of the plate of Italian stewed noodles, and his little belly was round.
"Is it delicious?"
Cong Gang appeared again in a leisurely manner.
"Delicious, delicious! It's delicious! "
The little fellow praised Cong Gang's cooking skills without hesitation. "Actually, it's not bad for a man to wash and cook. Cong Gang, I like you very much! "
"Brat, a plate of stewed noodles has bought you over? You're not like your father at all! "
Seeing his own son expressing goodwill to Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang was unhappy from the bottom of his heart.
Parting was always sad. It was even more reluctant.
"Nuo Nuo, stay here with your father tonight! Okay? "Feng Xinglang hugged his son tightly in his arms.
But the little fellow still shook his head resolutely. "Nuo Nuo is worried about my dear mommy!"
"Doesn't she have Yuan Duoduo to accompany her?" Feng Xinglang stroked his son's black hair.
"But Big Duoduo is also a girl! How can two girls not have a man to protect them! "
The little fellow said boldly like a little man.
"Yes! A man should have tender and protective feelings for the fairer sex! This is just like me! "
Feng Xinglang was amused by his five-year-old son's male chauvinism. He hugged the little fellow, overflowing with fatherly love.
"I'm not going to follow you! You only know how to abandon your wife and son! "
The little fellow said with extreme disapproval. It seemed that 'abandoning his wife and son' was deeply ingrained in the little fellow's mind. In other words, it had more or less left a small shadow on his young mind.
"My good son, can you not touch my sore spot? Besides, aren't I, your father, trying to correct my own mistakes? Can't you give your father some time and opportunity? "
Feng Xinglang patiently discussed with his own son with a good temper.
After a period of loving father and son, the little fellow was held by Wei Kang who had been waiting for almost an hour.
"Remember: Don't let Big Duoduo take advantage of my son! If you can avoid kissing, try not to kiss her. Understand? "
Feng Xinglang stood up. It seemed that every word he said consumed a lot of his energy. The reason why he stood up to send his own son off was because he was reluctant to part with him, but he also wanted the little fellow to bring a message to that idiot woman that he was safe.
"Take this with you."
Before leaving, Feng Xinglang gave a brand new phone to his son Lin Nuo.
After watching the little fellow climb into the off-road vehicle and drive away, Feng Xinglang's tall body instantly became weak and was firmly hugged by Cong Gang behind him.
"You're almost half paralyzed and you still want to protect your father's glorious image?"
"You can't make a child, what the f * ck do you know!" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
"…" Cong Gang really wanted to throw Feng Xinglang on the marble floor and ignore him.
*****
Xue Luo really didn't expect that her son Lin Nuo would actually be sent back at 11 o 'clock at night.
"Dear mommy, did you miss your precious son?"
The little fellow's joyful feedback revealed a lot of information: He was very happy with his father and his father was still alive and well.
"I missed him! Go wash up and sleep early after you're done. "
"Mommy, don't you want to ask: How is that bastard Feng Xinglang now?" The little fellow was a little impatient.
"Mommy doesn't want to know at all!"
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