Mrs. Night is super sweet

Ye Siming is an extremely clean freak. He couldn't help throwing up when he heard about the organic fertilizer before. Hearing Ye Chen say that he picked up dog shit to eat when he was a child, he would definitely feel even more disgusted.

Chu Xia was afraid that if Ye Siming got angry, he would slap Ye Chen unconscious. After all, the child was only so old and couldn't bear his big slap.

Seeing that Ye Siming's face was so dark that he was fighting for the bottom of the pot, Chu Xia quickly hugged Ye Chen in her arms and smiled at Ye Siming.

"Children's words are not taboo!"

Ye Siming said coldly with a dark face.

"Yechen, if you can't catch me later, I will"

It was because Ye Siming's aura was too terrifying, Yechen couldn't help shrinking his neck and hid in Chu Xia's arms.

Chu Xia also licked her lips: "What about you?"

Ye Siming said in a toneless voice with no expression on his face.

"I'll just throw you into the pond and feed the fish!"

Yechen trembled in fright, but he is also a descendant of the Ye family, and like Ye Siming, he has the blood of the Ye family in his body. Regardless of his young age, he has the kind of arrogance that is inherent in his bones And domineering, so he was not easy to succumb to others since he was a child.

"Compare to compare!"

Chu Xia gave a thumbs up to Chao Yechen.

"Come on, son, it's okay even if you lose. After all, you are less than two years old and your father is 28. You have 26 years to catch up with your father and surpass him ruthlessly!"

Although Yechen was still young and didn't quite understand the meaning of these words, he basically understood, with firm eyes, he nodded.

"Ok!"

So two people, one big and one small, prepared fishing gear and sat by the pond.

When the old man saw the father and son fishing competition, he was free anyway, so he put on a straw hat and sat beside him.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you really wouldn't be able to imagine that the big three of Ye's Group were sitting by the pond and fishing.

Old man, the current chairman and former helm of the Ye Group!

Ye Siming, the current president and current person in charge of Ye's Group!
Yechen, the son of the president of the Ye Group, and the future heir!
Yechen saw the old man Ye, and looked at the straw hat on his head. He was a child, how could he really sit still, put the fishing rod by the pond and let the fish bite by himself, he trotted up to the old man.

Ye Chen looked curious, tilted his head up, and looked at Mr. Ye with a pair of big round eyes.

"Grandpa, is your hat so strange?"

Hearing this, the old man took off his hat and put it on Yechen's head.

"Does Chen'er want to wear Dai Dai?"

Because the hat was too big, and Yechen's head was too small, he was wearing the old man's hat, his whole face was directly covered, and if he looked at him, there was only one mouth and one chin left, and his appearance was too funny.

After seeing it, the old man couldn't help laughing.

"Oh! The hat is a bit big, and Chen'er's head is a bit small, it doesn't fit well!"

Yechen obviously likes new gadgets, even though it's just a straw hat, he still finds it very novel.

He pushed the brim of the hat up with his hand.

"It's okay, grandpa, I will grow up if I eat more food in the future. Aunt Li said that I have grown a lot taller recently, and I have gained two catties. I don't think I will grow up to your grandpa's size in a short time." I'm so tall, I can also wear this kind of hat by then!"

Like a little adult, Yechen spoke clearly and logically, but made the old man laugh out loud.

Chu Xia was also happy at the side, only Ye Siming stared at the fish in the pond, wondering why the fish hadn't taken the bait yet?Could it be that the fish feed does not smell good?
The old man nodded: "Alright, in the future, our Yechen will grow taller and stronger than Grandpa!"

While talking, Chu Xia saw Yechen's fishing rod being pulled a few times, and hurriedly called Yechen.

"Chen'er, it seems that a fish has taken the bait."

Yechen quickly handed the straw hat to the old man, and trotted to get the fishing rod.

Ye Siming:? ? ?I fished so hard and didn't catch it. He didn't even have a fishing rod for a kid, and he ran to the side to chat, but he caught it. What the hell?

Yechen was too young, lacked strength, and was afraid of danger, so Chu Xia helped him with the fishing rod.

Take it up to see a small crucian carp, although it is not big, but there are a few taels, Yechen is very happy.

"Oh~ I'm the youngest, I'm the first to catch a fish!"

Chu Xia praised him from the side: "Chen'er is awesome!"

Yechen laughed straight away, it was obvious that he was very happy to catch a fish, after all he was only that big.

Chu Xia helped him put the fish into the bucket. The old man came over to take a look, nodded, and reached out to touch the back of Yechen's head.

"Well~ not bad, not bad, Chen'er deserves praise!"

Yechen smiled and thanked: "Thank you, great-grandpa, this is a good teaching by great-grandpa!"

Why is this little mouth so sweet?Chu Xia secretly thought that if he was still so sweet when he grew up, wouldn't those little girls be fascinated by him?

The old man was coaxed by his few words, and he was very happy.

"The teacher teaches well, so the students must be smart, haha! In terms of fishing, you are indeed more talented than your father!"

The talented Ye Chen caught one casually, while the untalented Ye Siming, who was serious about fishing, stared at the fishing rods in the pond for a long time, but he didn't see any of them.

Ye Siming probably remembered how many trees and rocks there were by the pond, but he didn't see any fish taking the bait.

The old man also caught one, and then Yechen caught another one. Although he was not big, he still caught it. On the other hand, Ye Siming didn't have any.

Chu Xia was afraid that Ye Siming would be unhappy and vent his anger on his son later, so she reminded him in a low voice.

"Why don't you just tell Yechen, you are better than me, I admit defeat?"

It's okay if you don't say anything, but when you say it, Ye Siming's air-conditioning explodes.

Staring at Chu Xia coldly, he poked her face like an ice knife.

"Who said I lost? It's just that I haven't caught it yet. What are you in a hurry for?"

Chu Xia thought, I'm not in a hurry, but you are in a hurry, look at your cold face.

The old man also made up his sword at the side: "Si Ming, the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach. It's all right. My son's prowess proves that you have strong genes and have successors. That's a good thing."

He didn't listen carefully to what the old man said, but he heard that Hou Lang died on the beach!

At the age of 28, he was about to be photographed dead on the beach?
Ye Siming's heart was turbulent, but his face was calm and composed, and he was as calm as an eminent monk when he opened his mouth.

"Grandpa, it's still unknown who will die. Don't make a conclusion so early. I don't know whether the front wave is stronger or the back wave is stronger."

The old man looked at him, and Ye Siming glanced at the little meaty dumpling.

"What's more, just like this, is it considered a front wave? To say that he is a splash is flattering him!"

The corners of Chu Xia's eyes twitched, kissing her son, do you need to be so vicious?

The old man was also unexpected, Ye Chen was too young to understand the meaning of Ye Siming's words.

However, although I don't understand, the momentum cannot be weak.

The little meat dumpling waved his hand, and another fish took the bait.

Chu Xia smiled and helped him put the fishing rod ashore.

"Look at Chen'er, he is really good at fishing. This is already the third one."