Lan Zenan couldn't understand what kind of trick she was doing.

It seemed that Zhang He was quite happy kneeling down, especially with his face facing the direction of his body, which was a bit ambiguous.

The child looked at his mother and was stunned, crying so much that he couldn't concentrate.

Zhang He pulled Xiaomai into her arms.

Wheat's snot almost touched her mother's face.

Without looking at Zhang He's expression, Lan Ze knew what she was looking for immediately. So, Zhang He reached out and got the wet wipes, and then wiped the snot from Xiaomai's face a little.

Lan Ze took the sticky dirty wipe from her hand, threw it away, and took another one for her.

"Dad is angry, let's apologize quickly." Zhang He wiped the snot from Xiaomai's face and said to him, "Quickly let dad calm down and stop fighting."

"I didn't bully anyone...they started it first." Xiaomai was still defending himself aggrievedly.

"Then did you make dad angry?" Zhang He asked him.

Mai stopped talking and sobbed instead of answering.

"Then you are not like me and made dad angry, right? How can you make dad angry? Dad is so cute. Uh... and dad cooks so hard and tastes so delicious. Come on, let's coax him. Let's

The two of you formed a group and apologized to dad."

Lanze: "..."

The moment Zhang He raised his head, Lan Ze felt like he had transformed into a god.

All of them, one big and one small, knelt before him.

The older one knelt in front and recited the words, while the younger one followed behind and recited it again with sobs.

For example: obey the rules at home, obey the rules when going out, listen to your father and don't make him angry; wash your hands before eating, eat all the food in the bowl, put away the toys after playing, and be loyal...

What is this?

It is said that a man has gold at his knees. However, she, General Zhang, is not a man anyway.

Kneel down at home, it seems harmless, it can be attributed to the taste of life.

After reciting a large set of words, Zhang He stood up. Xiaomai also jumped up. He raised his head and looked at his father cautiously.

"Do you want to say something to me?" Lanze asked him.

"Dad...are you still...angry?"

Mai's sobbing hadn't stopped yet. Lanze picked him up and gently rubbed his chest.

"If you continue to provoke others in the future, I will still be angry." Lan Ze replied seriously.

"Dad, what... is a provocation?"

"Deliberately scolding others and making them want to beat you is provocation."

"I didn't curse."

"Didn't you deliberately say unpleasant words to make others angry?"

"..." Mai was silent for a while, "I didn't provoke Dad."

"Do you dare to say that you have never provoked your classmates?"

"Dad..." Mai buried his head into his father's chest, "...don't be angry!"

The child seemed to be crying again.

"If you correct it, I won't be angry anymore."

At this time, Zhang He was behind him and kicked him.

"Hurry up and cook, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten yet when I get back."

Zhang He promptly transformed the argument between Lan Ze and Xiaomai about objective facts into a subjective emotional judgment. Moreover, the emotional judgment of whether Dad was angry or not was left to Lan Ze himself.

Now there is really nothing to argue with Xiaomai and his father.

Although Xiaomai couldn't figure out what exactly happened after his mother appeared and how it happened, he also knew that the major life crisis of his father beating him had obviously passed.

Zhang He built the steps himself, and it was very convenient for the father and son to get down the steps.

It was at this moment that Lan Ze felt that this guy's expression was a bit mean.

Lan Ze held Mai in his arms, and Mai clung to his chest, rubbing his head against him. The snot on his face had just been wiped by his mother, but maybe it seeped out again. The tears haven't dried yet.

The way Lan Ze held the child was not easy for him to cook.

"...We can eat whatever we want."

"Look at how hard it was for me to fly back...didn't I admit my fault just now?"

Mai immediately turned his head and stared at them both.

Now the conversation between father and mother is very crucial. Whether father can forgive mother is related to whether father can forgive him.

Lan Ze sighed: "I really didn't wait for you to come back today, and I didn't prepare anything for you. I used to take care of the children at home every day, prepare meals and wait for you to come home, but I didn't necessarily wait for you. Sometimes I feel that waiting is quite useful.

It has a sense of ritual. Sometimes I feel that this sense of ritual is no different than being stupid.

.You apologized today, and I really remembered all the grievances I had in the past. Don’t blame me for being petty. Sometimes I’m really a little unhappy. But you are still working hard, even if you are flying students around, the risk is not small. I can harass you on purpose.

Telling you this? Doesn’t that distract you?”

The language was too abstruse and Mai did not understand. He rested his head on his father's chest again. It seemed that he could only rely on himself.

"You can tell me when I come back!"

"It's time for the whole family to celebrate when we come back. Who has time to worry about the unpleasant things?"

"So, do I have anything to eat today?" Zhang He asked with a smile.

"...How about you go to the cafeteria and bring back two dishes? The rice in the pot is almost ready. It's not too much. It's enough for you two."

The rice in the pot was prepared for Wheat, because I originally planned to save half of it for Wheat to fry a seafood rice or something tomorrow morning. It was probably barely enough to fill the stomachs of mother and son. Zhang He's appetite is not as good as millet.

"Okay, wait until I come back."

"Yeah. It just so happens that I can hug my son again."

Xiaomai was obedient in his arms, hugging her father tightly. The sobbing had stopped.

This child is tired. He cried and made noises. Now he is quiet.

Lan Ze found a song and played it. The father and son listened to the song quietly without anyone speaking. After listening to the song for a while, he carried Xiaomai to the washbasin, filled half of the basin with warm water, and slowly helped the child wash his face.

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The little face that had been crying was a little red and very delicate.

Lan Ze never told his sons a word about his childhood deeds. He was afraid that these children would learn from them by role models. But if some things happen without teaching, no one can say whether they are related to heredity.

allow.

He wished he believed it was a coincidence. In fact, he didn't believe it.

He is not worried that Mai will continue to provoke and hit people in school. The teachers are watching. The children's attachment to him may also play a role.

What he especially wants to know now is what happened when he was a child?

The teacher's level definitely has a huge impact. But the child's nature is the most critical.

It is basically impossible for a goat to learn to hunt hares, even if it runs fast enough, wild enough, and can catch up with hares. But if you want a dog to learn to hunt, it can be achieved by following the correct method and training seriously for a period of time.
Chapter completed!