After the parents' meeting, Cao Rui wanted to leave immediately. However, his son's grades were not very good, but he had a loud voice. As soon as the head teacher left, he stood at the door and yelled: "Dad, are we going to eat now?"
Cao Rui just felt ashamed and covered his face with his hands and didn't want to pay attention to him. Eat, eat, all you do is eat every day. It's okay to like eating, but you should improve your academic performance. He got the last place in the exam, but he didn't care at all, nor did he worry about being laughed at by others. He was only thinking about his eating. He really didn't know how he gave birth to such a son.
Han Ze, who was standing next to him, heard that they were having dinner. He pushed his chair away and stood up. Cao Rui looked at him in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"
Han Ze said seriously: "It's half past eleven, it's time to take the children to eat, don't let them get hungry." After a pause, he looked at Cao Rui and said with a smile: "Brother Cao, we haven't seen each other for so many years, how about taking the children to have a meal together and catch up?"
"I still have something to do this afternoon, let's get together next time."
Cao Ruiqiang forced a smile. It was true that he and Han Ze had not seen each other for many years, but their relationship was not good enough to have dinner together.
He glanced at the bright smile on Han Ze's face. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the smile was full of showing off. Yes, he had the capital to show off. Just now at the parent-teacher meeting, the head teacher specially praised Han Ze's son, who was the first in the grade. If it were him, he would also be proud to have such a proud son.
Thinking about the fact that other people’s sons are the top student in the grade, while his son is the last in the class, he feels even more uncomfortable. They are both sons, so why is there such a big difference
If he had dinner with them, he thought it would not be a reunion, but would be an embarrassment.
Han Ze insisted, smiling and said, "What do you mean by next time or not? Even if you have something to do in the afternoon, it won't interfere with your meal. Let's take the children and not drink. Let's just find a restaurant outside the school and have a simple meal. Don't you have time?"
Even after Han Ze said this, Cao Rui still didn't want to have dinner with him. Just when he was about to refuse, a clear voice came from the side: "Okay, okay, brother, are you Han Fu's brother? Do you really look alike?"
Han Ze turned to look at the child who was speaking. Seeing his appearance, he opened his mouth in shock and smiled uncomfortably: "I am Han Fu's father. Are you Han Fu's classmate?"
Cao Xing also opened his mouth in shock. Han Fu's father looked so young. He pointed at Cao Rui, his eyes narrowed into slits because of his smile on his fat face. He said, "My father is Cao Rui, and my name is Cao Xing. I just transferred to this school this semester."
Cao Xing? Isn't he the one who got 247 points in the last place? Han Ze felt a little proud. The son of a famous university student is not necessarily a top student. The son of a poor student is not necessarily a poor student. He may be a genius student.
Han Ze looked at Cao Rui, then at Cao Xing, and sighed, "Brother Cao, your child is in great health. What do you feed him every day? My Han Fu is too thin, and I want to nourish him."
"This child is not good at studying, so this is his only advantage."
Cao Rui's cheeks were filled with embarrassment. His child was not only in good health, he was too healthy. He was 1.7 meters tall and weighed 220 kilograms. How could he not be in good health
Han Ze disagreed, "Brother Cao, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but the child's weight still needs to be controlled. Being able to eat too much is not an advantage for a child of his physique... The child is young and only knows how to enjoy food. He doesn't understand the harm of being fat to the body. It mainly depends on us as parents to help them manage their body shape."
Cao Rui pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, he never thought that one day he would be lectured by Han Ze, whom he looked down upon in the past. But Han Ze was right and he could not refute. His son Cao Xing really needed to lose weight. The child of a colleague in their company had fatty liver in his teens. He had to pay attention to Cao Xing's health, but the child loved to eat and didn't listen to him, and it was not something he could do if he wanted to.
Han Ze looked at Cao Xing and said earnestly, "Little classmate, we have to plan our diet properly and not overeat. Your father praised you for being a good eater, but for you, that's really not an advantage, understand?"
At this time, Cao Rui felt that Han Ze had not changed much. After all these years, he was still so childish and didn't even know how to read people's expressions when speaking.
Cao Xing looked at his own father and then at Han Fu's father in confusion, not knowing what to say.
"Dad, let's go." Han Fu came over at some point.
Cao Xing breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Han Fu and smiled teasingly, the fat on his face trembling: "Han Fu, your father is really young, and he speaks like one too."
Han Fu glanced at Han Ze calmly, then explained to him, "My dad is young at heart, don't be surprised."
Han Ze argued unhappily beside him: "Xiao Fu, Dad is not only young in mind, he is young himself."
Han Fu ignored him and looked at Cao Rui and his son next to him, saying, "My father is 33 years old this year, which is indeed very young."
Cao Xing opened his mouth into an O shape and asked curiously, "How old was your father when he had you?"
Han Fu looked at him and didn't answer him.
Han Ze puffed out his chest and said proudly, "My little Fu was born when I was seventeen."
Han Fu turned his head away, unable to bear to look at him.
Cao Xing looked at him in admiration and said excitedly, "Uncle, you are amazing. I am still in the third year of high school at the age of 18, and you became a father at the age of 17? It seems that I have to learn from you."
Han Fu sneered and Cao Rui frowned.
Han Ze walked over, put his arm around his shoulders, and said with an experienced look, "Xiao Xing, you are my classmate of Han Fu. I will pass on some experience to you. It's not enough to just learn from me."
Cao Xing looked at him puzzledly, and asked with great curiosity: "Why not?"
Han Ze let him go, pointed at his body, asked him to look, and asked, "What do you think of my uncle?"
Cao Xing looked at him carefully and said with great envy, "Handsome."
Han Ze said, "Yes, he is handsome. Only when you are handsome can girls like you. Do you think that with your good health now, there will be girls willing to give birth to a baby for you?"
Cao Xing compared his fat body with Han Fu's father's. He shook his head dejectedly and said, "No girl in the class likes me." Then he looked at Han Fu, pointed at him and said, "Uncle, your Han Fu is liked by many girls."
Han Ze looked serious, and Cao Rui frowned as he listened beside him, but said nothing. He was open-minded and would not care about his child's premature love affair. He felt that if a child wanted to fall in love early, it would be useless for parents to do anything, and it would be better to guide him correctly.
Cao Xing felt that he and Uncle Han got along very well, and couldn't help but complain: "Even the girl I like likes Han Fu. Uncle, you have to control him and stop him from attracting other girls all day long."
Han Fu glanced at him with a warning look in his indifferent eyes. Cao Xing was so scared that he dared not say a word and hurriedly hid behind Han Ze.
Han Fu's expression became even colder, that was his father.
Han Ze looked at Han Fu with pretentiousness, and when he met Han Fu's nervous eyes, he was so happy in his heart, but his face remained expressionless. He finally felt like a father. Han Fu looked nervous. Was he worried that he would scold him
But he was thinking proudly in his heart that girls all like outstanding boys. His son looks so much like him. He has been a handsome boy since he was young. He has a good family background, is good at studying, and has a good temper. It is totally normal that girls like him.
With Cao Xing's physique, a face similar to his father's, and last-place grades, it's not too normal for girls to dislike him.
He laughed twice, patted Cao Xing's shoulder heavily, shook his head and sighed: "The genes are too strong, there is nothing we can do."
Han Fu was stunned and didn't understand how the topic turned to this. His father's thoughts after losing his memory were so jumpy. He was liked by many girls. Does it have anything to do with genetics
Cao Rui had a bad feeling in his heart. Cao Xing was puzzled and asked Han Fu's question: "Does it have anything to do with genetics?"
Han Ze couldn't help laughing a few times, then he tried hard to hold back his laughter, coughed, and said seriously: "There are handsome guys in my family, and girls have always liked them since they were young. Xiao Fu inherited my handsome genes. Looking at the people around me, I find that genetics is really a mysterious subject."
Cao Xing looked at Han Ze carefully, then looked at Han Fu, and nodded in agreement.
Han Ze looked at him and said, "Look at my Han Fu. He inherited my handsome looks. Now look at yourself."
Cao Rui tensed up, fearing that Han Ze would say something unexpected.
Cao Xing asked nervously, "What's wrong with me?"
Han Ze glanced at Cao Rui and said, "Your father is actually quite handsome, but you don't seem to have inherited his handsome genes."
Cao Xing exclaimed and looked at Cao Rui. Cao Rui glared at his unlucky son and wanted to drag Han Ze out and put him in a sack to let him show off.
Han Ze looked at him, shook his head regretfully, and said, "Genes are too powerful. I am more relieved that my Xiaofu is a lucky child who inherited my good qualities. Even if I am not good at studying, Xiaofu's grandfather is a good student, so he can also inherit my good qualities... You are unlucky. Both your parents are good-looking and are academic masters. How come you didn't inherit any of them? If you did, the girl you like would not like my Xiaofu. So you can't blame my Xiaofu. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too unlucky and not being able to inherit."
Cao Xing looked at Han Ze blankly. Didn't he really blame Han Fu
After hearing what Han Ze said, Cao Rui couldn't help but frowning, and he also felt sorry. If his son inherited any of his and his wife's advantages, he wouldn't be so worried.
Han Ze nodded, "It's indeed not my Han Fu's fault."
If another girl doesn’t like you, it only means that you are not good enough. How can you blame your rival for being too strong
Han Fu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Han Ze was relieved to see his son smile. He absolutely could not let Xiao Fu think that he was a strict and unenlightened parent.
Cao Xing had a sad face. Why was he so unlucky? Why didn't he inherit the good qualities of his parents? He looked at Cao Rui and couldn't help asking, "Dad, can I be reborn again?"
Cao Rui was so upset. He looked at Han Ze's son, and then at his own stupid and unlucky son. The more he looked, the more upset he became.
In the end, the few of them were unable to have dinner together. Cao Rui really didn't want his stupid son to act stupid in front of Han Ze and his son, so he forcibly dragged him away.
…
Although Han Fu was only sixteen years old, the young boy was almost as tall as Han Ze. The father and son walked out side by side. Thinking of Cao Rui's expression just now, he couldn't help but said with a smile: "When I was in junior high school, I was beaten to a pulp by Cao Rui because of my poor grades. I still remember his contemptuous expression when he scolded me. Now I finally get back at him."
Han Fu didn't say anything. Looking at the smile on his father's face, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Han Ze suddenly sighed: "I am so lucky."
Han Fu looked at him in confusion.
Han Ze looked at Han Fu with eyes full of pride. He said, "In the first thirty years, the son looks to the father, and in the second thirty years, the father looks to the son. This is a very good saying. Look at me. In the first thirty years, I had a capable and money-making father who was envied by others. In the second thirty years, I have a handsome and smart son who is envied and hated by others. Do you think my life can be bad?"
Han Fu: “… ..”
Han Ze patted Han Fu's shoulder and said, "So, Xiao Fu, you see, my memory is now stuck at the age of sixteen. Even if I had some skills before, I can't remember them now. I can say that I don't know anything. I don't know how to make money to support the family... I relied on your grandfather for the first thirty years of my life, and I have to rely on you for the rest of my life. You have to work hard to earn a lot of money, otherwise you won't be able to support us, and we will be miserable in the future."
Han Fu wanted to say, shouldn't you support me first? Thinking about his father's amnesia, his mental age is sixteen years old, and his father matured late. He must be very anxious after losing his memory. He is his father's son, so he has to support his father. He suddenly felt that the burden was heavy, and he said, "Dad, I will make a lot of money and let you spend it however you want."
Han Ze was relieved, and sighed again, he woke up several sixteen-year-old sons in one sleep, and his sons were so filial, he was really born with good luck. He said with a smile on his face: "Let's go, let's go eat."
Han Fu smiled and followed his footsteps.
...
Han Ze suddenly sat up from the bed. He hurriedly ran to knock on Han Ji's door. Han Ji had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by the knock. He frowned and turned on the light. He got out of bed and opened the door. Seeing Han Ze with bare feet, he asked impatiently, "What's wrong with you?"
Han Ze panted heavily and cried, "Brother, where is grandpa? Why can't I see grandpa?"
He said that his memory was not right. He had not thought about his grandfather for so many days. If he had not just dreamed about his grandfather, he would not have remembered that he had not seen his grandfather for two days. He was panicked. He was 33 years old now. Was his grandfather still alive
Han Ji frowned, and as soon as he saw his expression, he knew what he was thinking, and scolded him: "Don't think about it, Grandpa is in the West Hill Villa."
West Hill Villa
Han Ze asked: "Where is Xishan Villa?"
Han Ji rubbed his brows and said, "The environment there is good, warm in winter and cool in summer, suitable for the elderly to live in. Dad bought a villa in Xishan Villa, and grandpa has been living there. Grandpa is old, and I didn't tell him about your amnesia. If you want to see grandpa, we can take Xiaofu to see him at the weekend."
Han Ze breathed a sigh of relief, as long as his grandfather was still alive, what he was worried about was that he could wake up to have multiple sons, or he could wake up to find that his grandfather was gone. After all, even if his grandfather was still alive, he would be over 80 years old.
...
The three brothers and sisters of the Han family had been waiting for the news that Han Ze had recovered his memory, but they never got it. They were anxious and forgot Han Ji's warning, and couldn't help but run to inquire about the situation.
Han Ji went to work, Han Fu went to school, and Han Ze had nothing to do, so he sat on the sofa hugging a pillow and watching TV. He had no reaction to the arrival of the three of them.
Uncle Han Chengan saw his expression and knew that he had not yet recovered his memory. He was very disappointed and said, "Aze, have you remembered anything recently?"
Han Ze looked at him expressionlessly, then shook his head: "No."
Besides, he didn't want to recover his memory. You know, when he was in the first year of high school, he had to get up before dawn to go to school, and he had endless homework to do every day.
How good it is now. He can sleep until he wakes up naturally and doesn’t have to worry about homework. He also has a son to take care of him in the future. Why does he want to restore his memory
After recovering his memory, he might go out to work and earn money to support his family. He is not stupid.
Han Chengan looked at him with a look of disappointment and said, "Aze, Aze, you can't be so passive and lazy. You have to find a way to recover your memory and go to work at the company as soon as possible. Otherwise, the company will be controlled by your eldest brother. What will you do in the future?"
Han Ze turned around suddenly and looked at him seriously.
Seeing his expression, Han Chengan thought there was hope, and continued, "Have you ever thought about why your elder brother doesn't want you to recover your memory quickly?"
Han Ze snorted, but still said nothing.
Han Chengan continued, "Of course he doesn't want you to recover your memory. If you recover your memory, you will definitely fight with him for his property. He is on guard against you."
Han Ze suddenly asked him, "What position did I hold in our company before I lost my memory?"
Han Chengan didn't understand, but still shook his head, "You haven't had time to go to work at the company yet."
Han Ze snorted coldly and said, "Uncle San, I was wondering why your smile became cunning. It's really cunning. You actually want to instigate me to compete with my eldest brother for the family property. I knew you had no good intentions. I didn't go to work in the company before I lost my memory. How can I go to work in the company after I lost my memory? Do you want me to ruin the company?"
Han Chengan was stunned, and hurriedly said, "Aze, Third Uncle definitely didn't mean that. Third Uncle is doing this for your own good. Han's was built by your father. Now your father is no longer in charge. All employees in the company follow your eldest brother's lead. People outside only know Han Ji, the eldest young master, but who knows you, Han Ze, the second young master? Second Uncle is feeling sorry for you. You are also your father's son. How can he be so partial?"
Han Ze smiled and said, "My dad is indeed partial. He knows that I don't like working and that I don't have much ambition, so he leaves everything to my eldest brother."
Han Chengan: "..."
Is this guy stupid? Is that what he meant? He should fight with Han Ji for the family property like before. When he turned around, he saw Han Ze staring at him closely, and his scalp went numb.
Han Ze retracted his gaze and looked at his second uncle and aunt who were sitting next to him. He said, "Second uncle, third uncle, and aunt, I don't understand. Your relationship with my family has always been bad. Why do you come to our house so often now?"
Isn't there a saying that goes "If someone shows kindness without any reason, he is either a traitor or a thief?" He looked at the three people warily. What was their purpose
Han Chengping and the other two were so angry at his defensive look that they vomited blood. Han Chengping said earnestly, "Aze, we are all your father's brothers and sisters, how can our relationship be bad? Besides, it is because we are close that we can speak those words for you from the bottom of our hearts. We, as uncles and aunts, just can't stand Han Ji's tyranny and are just saying a word for you."
Han Ze pouted, not believing it at all. Although he was lazy and only wanted to rely on his son for support, it didn't mean he was stupid. He said, "You don't have to worry about me. I wish my father would hand over the company to my eldest brother so that I can have a leisurely life. I don't want to work myself to death and enjoy nothing in my life. Although my eldest brother is harsh and strict with me, I know he is a typical person who is hard-mouthed but soft-hearted. He loves me. Even if I don't work and don't make a penny in my life, he will still support me."
Han Chengping was about to say something, but Han Chengan frowned and said, "Aze, why don't you have any ambition? No woman would like a man without ambition."
Han Ze crossed his legs and said nonchalantly, "My son is already sixteen years old. What does he want women to like? I don't understand. You know how you treated me when we were young. Now you are suddenly trying to please me. What is your purpose?"
Han Chengli was about to explain, but Han Ze waved his hand and said, "Don't say those things that are good for me. I won't believe them even if you say them."
The three of them were a little confused. They had originally tried to separate Han Ze and Han Ji in this way. Why didn't this method work now? Han Chengli said aggrievedly, "But we are really doing this for your own good."
Han Ze yawned, looking impatient: "Second uncle, third uncle, and aunt, do you have anything else to say? If not, I want to go upstairs and take a nap."
Han Chengping, Han Chengan, Han Chengli: "..."
...
Han Ze slept until noon. Sister Chen called him to eat. He stretched and felt that it was too decadent to live like this. He thought that Xiaofu was in the third year of high school and had a lot of study. If he didn't eat well every day, he would not get enough nutrition and his study would be affected. He decided to cook and deliver meals to him every day starting from tomorrow.
In the evening, when Han Ji came back, he told him about the decision. Han Ji immediately frowned and asked, "Are you sure the food you cooked is edible?"
Han Ze looked at me with a look of contempt and said, "You have eaten the noodles I made, so why do you think the rice I cooked is inedible?"
Han Ji felt that his tie was a little tight again. He took a deep breath and untied it skillfully. Thinking that he had lost his memory and was a patient, he tried to slow down his tone and explain to him: "Xiao Fu is in a critical period now. If he gets a stomachache after eating the food you cook, it will delay his studies. The key is that the child is in the growth period. You don't want him to get a stomachache, do you?"
Han Ze was dissatisfied. He was mysteriously confident in his cooking skills. Even if the food he cooked was not as good as that of a hotel chef, at least it wouldn't make people sick. He pouted and said, "After all, you just don't believe in my cooking skills."
Han Ji frowned and looked at him steadily, saying, "How about this, you send me food for two days first, and I'll be fine after eating, then you can send food to Xiao Fu?"
Han Ze looked at Han Ji suddenly, pointed at him and said, "Brother, you are so cunning. If you want to eat the food I cook, just say it directly. Why are you being so roundabout? I gave the food to you, so what will Xiao Fu eat? I just made more when I cooked for Xiao Fu."
Han Ji waved his hand, not wanting to pay attention to him, and said lazily: "It's up to you." At that time, the worst that could happen to him would be that Xiao Fu would not eat it.
Han Ze raised the corner of his mouth. It turned out that big brother still couldn't bear to part with the food I cooked.
During this period of intense study, Han Fu had to attend evening self-study and live directly on campus at night. After dinner, Han Ze thought of what happened during the day and said, "My second uncle, third uncle and my aunt came to our house this morning."
Han Ji looked at him, and Han Ze continued: "They persuaded me to compete with you for the family property."
Han Ji's heart tightened, and he asked calmly, "What did you say?"
Han Ze glanced at him, moved closer to him, and asked, "Are you nervous?"
Han Ji pushed his head away, and Han Ze curled his lips, very disapproving: "Do they take me for a fool? I don't know how comfortable I am now, why should I work so hard to fight for the family property with you? If I don't fight for the family property, will you not give me money to spend?"
Han Jidan glanced at him and said, "Don't you have any money?"
Han Ze shook his head quickly. After his second uncle and his friends left in the morning, he checked the balance of his bank account. There was so much money in it that he could never spend it all in his lifetime. "That's why I said they had bad intentions. Do they really think this is a TV show or a drama? They're fighting over the family property. As far as I know, although Dad's company is not small, it's not big either. You've already given me more money than I can spend in my lifetime. Why would I be so stupid as to offend you and fight with you for the family property?"
Han Ji narrowed his eyes and looked at him dangerously: "Are you afraid of offending me, so you don't want to compete with me for the family property?"
Han Ze has lost his memory and has no idea that his family's small company has become a multinational corporation.
Han Ze immediately changed his tone: "Okay, although you are usually quite venomous to me, I know that you are hard on the outside but soft on the inside, and you actually love me very much. Besides, you are my eldest brother, and my second uncle, third uncle, and aunt are outsiders. How could I listen to outsiders and snatch things from my eldest brother?"
Han Ji's expression relaxed. If Han Ze could be so well-behaved before he lost his memory, they wouldn't have had a bad relationship. Looking at Han Ze's arrogant face, his heart softened. This was his, Han Ji's, younger brother.
He said, "You want to go to work in the company, even if you want the company, I have no objection, provided that you can manage the company. The company is Dad's life's work, and we can't let it fail in our brothers' hands, do you understand?"
Han Ze hurriedly shook his head and said, "Brother, I finally don't have to go to school, please forgive me. I have already told Xiaofu to study hard and earn money to support me in the future. My life is to eat and drink and enjoy life without any hard work. Don't count on me, I won't listen to you."
Han Ji pointed at him angrily and said, "Xiao Fu is only sixteen years old. How dare you ask him to earn money for you to spend."
Han Ze snorted and said aggrievedly: "But Xiaofu promised to earn money for me to spend."
Han Ji said impatiently: "I don't care about your father and son's affairs."
One is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten. Han Ze didn't care about Xiao Fu at first. Xiao Fu didn't say anything, but he was sad in his heart. Now that Han Ze has lost his memory, he starts to care about Xiao Fu. With Xiao Fu's personality, he might be willing to be beaten. As his uncle, he will not be a bad guy.
Han Ze snorted at him and said, "You are just jealous that I have a son as well-behaved and sensible as Xiao Fu."
Han Ji didn't want to talk to him, he was worried that he would be angry to death.
...
Han Ze returned to the bedroom and looked at the alarm clock. He went to the bathroom to take a shower first. After coming out of the shower, he sat on the bed while drying his hair and staring at the alarm clock. When the alarm clock turned to ten o'clock, he hurriedly picked up his mobile phone, put on what he thought was a fatherly smile on his face, and dialed Han Fu's number.
Han Fu finished his evening study at 9:40 and was taking a shower in the bathroom. Fan Wenxu, who was sleeping in the bed next to him, heard his cell phone ring and shouted, "Han Fu, your cell phone is ringing."
Han Fu's voice came from the bathroom, saying, "Help me take it."
Fan Wenxu hesitated for a moment, but still answered the phone for him. He said hello.
It wasn't Xiao Fu's voice. Han Ze's deliberately put-on fatherly smile instantly withdrew. He glanced at his phone, which was not as good as his Xiao Fu's voice. He asked, "I'm looking for Han Fu."
Fan Wenxu said: "Han Fu is taking a shower, who are you?"
Han Ze said, "I'm Han Fu's father."
Fan Wenxu smiled, "Uncle, Han Fu is taking a shower. How about I wait for him to come out and ask him to call you back?"
Han Ze thought for a moment and said, "No need." Then he said awkwardly, "I... just want to ask, what does Han Fu like to eat? What does he not like to eat? Do you know?"
Fan Wenxu really knew. He often ate with Han Fu. He smiled and said, "Uncle, Han Fu likes to eat shrimp and beef. There is nothing he doesn't like about beef cooked in any way."
This kid knows Xiao Fu so well, he must have a very good relationship with Xiao Fu. He became more patient: "What's your name?"
Fan Wenxu said honestly: "Uncle, my name is Fan Wenxu."
Han Ze smiled and said, "Okay, uncle won't disturb you to rest. Tell Han Fu to have a good rest and don't call me back."
As soon as Fan Wenxu hung up the phone, Han Fu came out of the bathroom and asked calmly, "Who called me?"
Fan Wenxu smiled and said, "It's your father who called."
There was no surprise in Han Fu's eyes. Ever since his father lost his memory, whenever he lived in the school dormitory, he would call him to ask about his situation at school. He picked up the phone and wanted to call him back, but Fan Wenxu said, "Your father told you to have a good rest and you don't need to call him back."
Han Fu paused and said, "I'd better call him back."
Seeing Fan Wenxu looking at him curiously, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and explained, "My dad loves to worry about me. If I don't call him back, he will definitely worry about me and won't be able to sleep all night."
Fan Wenxu said with envy, "Your father is so good to you."
Han Fu nodded, "My father is really good to me."
...
The next day, Han Ze was busy at home for the whole morning and prepared meals for three people. He did not eat them, but packed the meals and brought them to school, ready to eat with Han Fu.
As for Han Ji's lunch box, he called him and told him to ask the driver to deliver it. He drove directly to Han Fu's school. During this period, he was not idle, but practiced his driving skills at home. Surprisingly, his driving skills were very good and he could drive on the road in a few days.
Han Ze did not tell Han Fu in advance that he would come to bring him lunch today. He planned to give him a surprise. He drove all the way to the school gate before sending a text message to Han Fu.
Han Fu had just finished class and turned on his phone when he received a message from Han Ze. He opened it and the corners of his mouth curled up.
Seeing him looking at his phone and laughing, Fan Wenxu hooked his shoulder and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Han Fu lowered his eyes and smiled, "My father brought me food."
Fan Wenxu clicked his tongue twice and said, "Your father is really patient."
Han Fu smiled.
...
Han Fu took Han Ze to the school cafeteria. They found a seat and sat down. Han Ze smiled and said, "I don't know what you like to eat. Sister Chen happened to have bought beef and shrimps, so she made boiled beef and vinegar shrimps for you. See if you like it?"
Han Fu looked at him and thought that his father was really good at pretending. He had clearly called to ask Fan Wenxu about his preferences last night, but now he said he didn't know what he liked to eat. He looked at the food in the lunch box and pretended to be hesitant...
Han Ze looked at him nervously. Seeing his anxious expression, Han Fu couldn't bear to tease him anymore and said, "It looks very good."
Han Ze relaxed and urged, "Then eat quickly. It won't taste good if it gets cold."
Han Fu held the chopsticks and asked, "Dad, have you eaten yet?"
Han Ze shook his head and said, "Let's eat together."
Han Fu picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth. He raised his eyebrows. The taste was unexpectedly good, more tender and delicious than the beef he had eaten before. He asked in surprise: "Did Dad really make it?"
Sister Chen’s cooking skills aren’t that good, I guess it must have been done by her father
Han Ze glanced at him unhappily and said, "Even you look down on my cooking skills?"
Han Fu was shocked, thinking that his father had lost his memory and was only sixteen years old at heart, in the rebellious period. He said quickly: "No, I just can't believe that the meal my father cooked for the first time was so delicious. I have never eaten such delicious beef."
Han Ze smiled proudly and said, "That's right. Let me tell you, Xiaofu, I might be the reincarnation of the God of Cooking. I must have been the God of Cooking in my previous life. So I am not good at other things in this life, but I am particularly talented in cooking."
Han Fu: “…”
Dad is dreaming again.
...
Han Ze left school and drove to his former high school. He found a place to park the car, got out of the car, looked at the slightly shabby campus in front of him, and once again lamented the ruthlessness of time. When he was in the first year of high school, the school's teaching building was still very new.
The school gate was closed, the students were in class, and the security guard would not let him in. He turned around regretfully and strolled slowly along the road outside the school. He suddenly felt thirsty and saw a small supermarket in front of him, so he quickened his pace and turned into the supermarket.
He took a bottle of mineral water from the freezer, walked to the cashier, handed the mineral water to the cashier, took out ten yuan and handed it to the cashier. He looked up and was stunned. He was surprised and hesitant and said: "You are Liu Weiwei, right?"
Liu Weiwei twitched her lips. She recognized Han Ze just now, but she was too embarrassed to call him. She said, "It's me. I didn't expect you to know me."
Han Ze looked at Liu Weiwei with a smile. In his memory, he had just confessed to Liu Weiwei and was rejected by her not long ago. Now, when he suddenly saw the adult and fat version of Liu Weiwei, he still recognized her at a glance.
He asked: "Why do you work here? You were such a good student before, it shouldn't be a problem for you to get into a prestigious university..."
Liu Weiwei said awkwardly: "I didn't go to college."
Han Ze was really surprised. He said, "When I confessed to you, you said that I had poor grades and was not your ideal type. You also said that you liked boys like Gu Qingyang who were good at studying. Only when you two are together can you have a common goal. Is your goal to be a cashier in a supermarket?"
He didn't discriminate against the job of cashier, but with Liu Weiwei's arrogance and confidence back then, cashier was definitely not her goal.
"No, Gu Qingyang and I are divorced."
Liu Weiwei smiled bitterly twice. If she had known that Gu Qingyang was the kind of unreliable man, she might as well have chosen Han Ze. Now when she saw Han Ze again, she actually had the urge to complain.
Han Ze said, "It turns out that even two people who share the same goal may not be able to make it to the end."
Liu nodded awkwardly but in agreement, and glanced at Han Ze, who was still young and handsome. He was moved and jokingly asked, "If I had agreed to your pursuit, our results might have been different."
After saying this, there was a hint of anticipation in her eyes. She was Han Ze's first love. Although she was a little chubby now, her appearance had not changed much, otherwise Han Ze would not have recognized her. I just don't know if Han Ze's feelings for her have changed.
Han Ze smiled and said, "That may not be the case. After all, my heart changes very quickly. My son is already sixteen years old. A year after you rejected me, I was with another girl."
Han Fu is already sixteen years old. If he hadn't been with other girls, there would have been no Han Fu, he guessed to himself.
Liu Weiwei: “… ”
The author has something to say: It’s a little late today, I’ll send out another hundred red envelopes tomorrow!
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