I stole your luck and caused my wife's death, making you regret being a human being.

Dabao was satisfied.

"That's right. Mom said we should answer politely when someone calls us."

Su Hong snorted, "You're trying to lecture me?! Do you know who I am?"

Dabao: "Grandpa, mom's dad."

Su Hong said, "At such a young age, you're chattering so much that it's killing me."

Dabao pouted and looked unhappy.

She took her hand out of the bag, saying, "You don't like me, and I don't like you either. I won't give it to you."

She turned around and sat down next to Mr. Su, crossing her arms and looking angry.

Su Hong followed and frowned: "You have a very bad temper. Who does he resemble?"

Mr. Su looked at him.

Su Qi also looked at him.

Yue Yifan was polite and didn't look at it.

Master Su touched Dabao's head and said, "Your grandpa is not very smart, don't bother with him."

Dabao took the opportunity to hug Mr. Su's arm and said, "Hello, Uncle. I'll make you some tea."

She stood up happily and made tea.

She is short and the stone table is tall.

Su Hong said with a cold face, "Your legs are so short."

Dabao turned around unhappily and shouted at him, "It will grow! If you eat too much, it will grow."

Su Hong said maliciously, "Some people don't grow taller even if they eat too much, and they always stay that short."

The aunt was considerate enough to go into the house and bring out a stool for Dabao to stand on.

Hot water.

In order to let Dabao rush.

The aunt had to pour the boiling water into a small pot so that Dabao could take it easily without getting scalded, and then Dabao could pour it into the tea.

Dabao filtered it with water first.

Master Su laughed: "Look at her posture, she looks very decent..."

Su Hong was also stunned. It was obvious that he had been influenced by his parents. "I guess he can't do anything except making tea."

Dabao ignored him.

The tea is ready.

"Granduncle, have some tea."

"Uncle Yue, have some tea."

"Cousin, have tea..."

For the last cup, Su Hong waited for her to serve it to him.

Instead, Dabao brought it to himself, held it in both hands and took a sip, enjoying it immensely.

Su Hong: “???”

Mr. Su laughed out loud and said deliberately, "Dabao, your grandfather doesn't have it."

Dabao said, "People who don't like Dabao can't drink the tea Dabao brews."

Su Hong couldn't hold back his pride and glared at her, "Do you know whose territory you are on?"

Saying that in my house.

Dabao turned his head back at him unhappily: "I don't want to know."

Su Hong frowned and asked, "Is this how your parents taught you to treat your elders?"

Dabao thought about it and nodded, "Yeah."

I can’t do it to Su Hong.

He said this on purpose, but he really didn't believe that his parents would teach him that way.

Another aunt next to her said, "Miss Dabao, this is your grandfather, you have to be sensible."

Dabao shook his feet and said, "I don't want it. Mom and Dad said Dabao doesn't need to be sensible, just be happy."

"He was the one who disliked Dabao first."

"Originally, Dabao brought him a gift, but I won't give it to him."

Su Hong was stunned.

Master Su glanced at him and showed off the gift in his hand to his eyes: "So Dabao gave a gift to his great uncle, and grandpa also got a share."

Su Hong asked, "Did your parents prepare this?"

Prepared by Su Ying?

He...could barely take a look.

He threw his son-in-law's words into the trash can.

Dabao ignored him.

Su Hong was so angry, it was outrageous!

Master Su said, "Did Mom and Dad prepare this for Dabao?"

Dabao answered this time, "No, Dabao prepared it himself."

Mr. Su was a little surprised. "Is Dabao so polite? He knew I was coming and he even prepared a gift."

Dabao said, "It's a matter of reciprocity. My uncle and grandfather gave me New Year's money, so I have to give them a gift too."

At this point, Su Hong and Su Erye were both stunned.

Dabao muttered, "Dad and Mom told Dabao..."

"Every Chinese New Year, my grandparents would give Dabao gifts and money."

Su Hong's throat suddenly felt like something was stuck.

Children speak in childish language.

But Su Hong was greatly surprised.

"Your mother told you that grandpa gave you New Year's money, so what else did she say?" he asked as if he didn't care.

Dabao fell silent and took a sip of the tea.

Su Hong really wanted to snatch her tea and make her cry!

Mr. Su laughed out loud. He laughed more than he did in the whole year combined. Repeat.

Dabao shook his head and said, "Yingying didn't say anything." In the Zheng family, the Su family is rarely mentioned.

Su Hong thought that Su Ying and his wife would not mention them to their children, and if they did, they would say bad things about them.

But I never expected that they would tell the child that they had given her New Year's money. Maybe they mentioned it casually when talking about the second child. They never thought that the child would prepare gifts herself.

No wonder the gift was so ugly.

A brush, handmade in kindergarten, and I don’t know which unlucky cat or dog’s hair it was pulled from.

If it was prepared by Su Ying or Zheng Wendong, it would definitely not be so simple.

Su Hong lowered his eyes, and the cold, hard, and closed heart in his chest seemed to be torn open a small hole.

But Master Su took it with both hands: "This gift, my great uncle likes it very much."

Dabao's eyes curved immediately: "I will make something better later, something better for my second uncle. I will buy whatever my grandfather wants..."

Although he is still young, he has become an expert in cake painting.

But Mr. Su couldn't help but fall for it. He stroked the pen with his hand. From the child's words, he could tell that Su Ying was willing to let the child interact with them, which made him feel half relieved.

Dabao had come a long way and soon felt listless: "I'm sleepy."

Master Su said, "Come, let your uncle show you your room. Do you like it?"

Dabao held his hand, and although he was obviously very sleepy, he kept chattering, "Uncle, there are stones, be careful not to step on them. There are steps, come, I'll help you..."

Su Hong stared at the back as he entered the house, and sullenly reached out to take the teapot to pour out a cup of tea.

There was no water...

He frowned and snatched the cup that Su Qi hadn't drunk, and drank it. "Why is this tea so bitter..."

Yue Yifan also took a sip and said, "No, it's not bitter, Uncle Hong, you are getting angry."

Su Hong ignored him and continued drinking.

As I was drinking, I suddenly felt something was wrong, "This tea...?"

He looked at the tea box packaging thrown on the ground.

Su Qi's palms were sweating, what was coming had finally come.

Su Qi said, "It wasn't Dabao who took it, it was Second Uncle who took it..."

Dabao just made tea.

Just fill the teapot a little.

It's just a bit of a waste.

Sure enough, when Su Hong found out what this tea was made of, his heart skipped a beat.

His face twitched and he almost burst into curses!

His Song clan!

My day!

Is there a way to make tea like this?

Just rush it, have a drink and go!

He gasped and called out to Auntie, "Boil the water..." He had to drink it carefully and slowly! He took a sip, but couldn't taste the flavor, and cursed the second brother a hundred times.

He glared at Su Qi again: "What are you looking at?! What's that look?!"

You stinky kid, you made tea for him but didn't serve him a cup. What a pity, he drank it himself!