Zhai Xin is in charge of coaxing Miao Liang: "as long as you laugh every day and live happily, let alone for 20 years, 30 years or 40 years.". In ancient times, there were seventy rare sayings. But now, those who live to 90 or 100 years old are called human beings

"A hundred years old, isn't that milk really a hundred years old?" Miao Liang covered his mouth and smiled. A few days ago, Miao Liang lost a tooth. Then, Miao Liang didn't have many real teeth in his mouth. Zhai Yaohui said that after the new year, people in the hospital went to work. He took Miao Liang to see the dentist to see if he could match the dentures.

Otherwise, without teeth, how can food smell good?

"It's not too much of an idea to live long." Zhai Yaohui took the dish for Miao Liang: "don't talk, eat it quickly, or it will be cold, the taste is not good, and it's not good for your health."

"Well, don't clip it. The bowl is full of vegetables. How big is my stomach? You don't know. I can eat so much? Still say know me, what do you know about me, don't even remember my stomach? " Miao Liang frowns and fills a bowl of vegetables. She is almost seventy now, and only when she is seventeen or eight years old, she can eat so many vegetables when she works all day and has no oil or water in her stomach.

At that time, she wanted to eat white rice until she was full. Now the days are good. We can eat nothing but vegetables. We can't eat as many as we like.

"Isn't there still me? You can't eat it. I'll share it with you. " Zhai Yaohui is not worried about the number of dishes he has brought to Miao Liang. Hearing Miao Liang's words, Zhai Yaohui naturally put some of the dishes in Miao Liang's bowl, and then divided them into his own bowl: "how about these dishes? Can you finish eating them? I can't finish eating them. I'll pinch them again?"

Miao Liang is angry and laughs: "then when you just clip vegetables, why don't you directly clip them into your bowl. First clip it to me. I have to cool it in my bowl, then clip it into my own bowl. Is it interesting? You put it in your own bowl first, won't it be over? "

Zhai Yaohui coaxes Miao Liang and says, "it's interesting. Besides, am I helping you? Not on purpose. "

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As three little kids, I should have been used to the picture of Grandpa and grandma showing their love from time to time. It's just that, as a single Wang, I met him again and again. I didn't understand when I was a child. When I grew up, I felt deeply hurt again and again. Can we stop feeding dog food for the good dishes of the new year. They want to eat a little more people's food, dog food is full, this table is not a waste of "hard work"?

Zhai Xin looks at Zhai Yi speechlessly: have you seen it, there is Grandpa, do you still need me to coax the milk? Didn't see Grandpa coax the milk like an 18-year-old girl, his face is red. I estimate that now, when people are in love, no one can take vegetables from their girlfriend's bowl to eat like a grandfather. Isn't it unhygienic?

Zhai Yi calmly looks back at Zhai Xin: grandpa can coax good milk, isn't your task much lighter? What's more, if it wasn't for grandpa to coax the milk, how long can the milk be happy just by the days when you come back. When it comes to coaxing the milk to be happy, grandpa is the real main force. You are just the auxiliary force, which is the adjustment between the milk and the milk.

Zhai Yi's psychology is very clear. Grandson coax and husband coax, that feeling is different. In order to avoid the milk tired of her husband's coax, so let Zhai Xin's grandson coax the mood of the milk. Then, Grandpa's coaxing of milk can continue to work.

“……” Zhai Xin, who has fully understood that she can make eye contact, is stimulated by Zhai Yi's answer. Zhai Xin sits next to Qiao Dongliang. He is single Wang, no girlfriend, Grandpa divorced for many years, is also single Wang. Zhai Yi's performance is not the performance of normal people at all. If he wants to leave Zhai Yi a little bit, he will still sit beside his grandfather and have a sense of security.

At this time, Zhai Xin, who believes that she has not been in love, completely forgets the existence of Zhou Xing and knows that Zhou Xing is her cousin. Moreover, Zhou Xing has been in a bad mood since the beginning. Zhou Xing is the first to stare at Zhai Yi's failure before turning to himself. How can this kind of love with different purposes be called love?

First love should be simple and beautiful. Since it's not simple and beautiful, Zhai Xin firmly said that her first love is still in the hands of Zhou Xing!

Qiao Dongliang doesn't know what zhaixin is thinking. He only wants zhaixin, a grandson, to be close to himself, so he helps zhaixin to eat more food with a smile. For Qiao Dongliang, there is really no talent to be happier than the new year. In Zhai's family, only the new year's Eve meal, the family is the most complete.

Otherwise, when other people are on holiday, Zhai's family, including Qiao Nan's daughter, are very busy. Even on the Mid Autumn Festival, the meal is not complete.

Seeing sanbaojian grow up healthily, Dabao and Erbao become handsome boys, while Sanbao becomes a beautiful and outstanding girl as her mother, Qiao Dongliang is deeply moved. In his whole life, he didn't only fail. At least Qiao Nan, the little daughter, had a very good life and had three grandchildren.

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When thinking of another granddaughter Zhou Xing, who had never met before, Qiao Dongliang's face was gloomy for a moment. If he didn't remember that it was new year's Eve, otherwise, his face would have been better. Look at Zhai Xin, who is so close to him. Qiao Dongliang feels sorry for Zhai Xin.If it wasn't for the mess of Qiao's family, he never cleaned up. How could Zhai Xin be stared at by Zhou Xing and have such an absurd love affair. Zhou Xing and Zhai Xin are placed together, just like Qiao Nan and Qiao Zijin in those days. Qiao Dongliang has no hesitation to choose to stand on zhaixin's side and support zhaixin.

Zhai Xin is Qiao Dongliang who grew up. Until now, Qiao Dongliang has never seen Zhou Xing.

He lived in Zhai's house until the fifth day of the lunar new year, when Qiao Dongliang came back to his own house. As soon as he got home, Qiao Dongliang, with a black face, called Pingcheng for the first time in ten years.

Ding Jiayi looked, the phone is from the capital, and a little accident: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Ha ha..." Qiao Dongliang smiled: "with your granddaughter, your life is really quite substantial. You don't remember my phone call. Well, I don't want you to remember my phone number either. I called just to warn you of one thing. If you let Zhou Xing go on the old road of Son Jin again, Ding Jiayi, I'm all this old age, and I can't point out that I'll be grandpa soon. "