There is no need to say too much else, as it would be boring if you say too much.
"Oh, yes, this is a gift from Sharapova's mother!" Sharapova took out a medium-sized box from behind like a magic trick.
Haohao took it and put it on the ground. It took less than a minute to open it and said in surprise: "Wow, a tank!"
Yes, this is a simulated gift Sharapova brought him.
"Sharapova's mother teaches you that this is a remote control and this is a cannonball. You cannot point the barrel at people..." Sharapova said.
And Haohao was doing it. He put the battery himself and then put the cannonball in. The cannonball was a small iron ball.
When the tank moved, the two tracks were very exciting and the turret could still move. Haohao liked it so much that he shouted excitedly: "Wow, wow, great!"
"Hey, do you like it?" Sharapova smiled.
"I like it!" Haohao exclaimed excitedly: "Mother Sharapova, you are so beautiful, your butt is so big, my dad likes it the most!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng blushed and wanted to slap him. Fortunately, Sharapova was quick and picked up Haohao: "Haohao is right!"
This is also a problem, in this situation!
At this time, Haohao didn't know why he pressed his face against it.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Yun Qian hurried over and said, "Haohao, don't make trouble!"
"It's okay, Yun Qian, I'll hold him!" Sharapova seemed to be no stranger to Yun Qian.
"Okay, go home!" the old beggar over there said.
Sharapova walked up and greeted each of them: "Master."
"General!"
"uncle!"
"You must be the gigolo!"
The gigolo nodded and looked at Zhang Feng.
"Come on, Sharapova, come in!" Yun Qian took Sharapova's hand and walked in.
The yard is not very big, just like a farmyard. One corner of the yard is still mud, and there is sand piled there for Haohao to play with.
Sharapova was still holding Haohao. This guy's attention was entirely on the tank. When he entered the yard, he couldn't wait to struggle down and play.
This kid really doesn't know. You have reached the pinnacle of your life just now, why are you still playing tanks
Sharapova's beauty is one of the best in the world. Just now you buried your face in it and took advantage of her.
No one was taking care of Haohao now. This kid couldn't stop once his feet touched the ground. No one could stop him unless he played with him.
Now that he has this new toy, he doesn't need anyone to play with him. After playing for a while, he took the tank and ran out.
The red round table in the hall was filled with all kinds of dishes, which were still steaming. The time was controlled just right.
"Sharapova, please sit down!" Yun Qian asked Sharapova to sit next to her.
Sharapova sat down without any pretense: "Where's Haohao? I'll go pick him up for dinner!"
"Ignore him! Let him play, he's not hungry!" Yun Qian said.
"good!"
Zhang Feng sat next to the old beggar, with Zhang Dashan on his side.
He was pouring them drinks.
"Old guy, it's yours!"
"Dad, fill it up for you!"
"General Wan!"
Zhang Feng showed respect to the three elders, but when he arrived at the gigolo, he put down the wine bottle and said, "Do it yourself!"
The gigolo didn't argue with him and poured the wine himself.
"Let's eat, Sharapova, you're welcome, we are all one family!" Zhang Dashan said: "You know some Chinese, right?"
As the master of this family, Zhang Dashan has the right to speak.
"Yes, uncle, I know a little bit, and I will learn well in the future! Thank you, uncle!" Sharapova was already determined.
Their attitude towards her was better than expected, and Sharapova was relieved.
"Don't worry, you can still speak English if you don't understand. There aren't that many rules at home, as long as you can understand them!" Zhang Dashan said.
"Thank you uncle!"
Sharapova can use chopsticks, but she is not very proficient. Yun Qian specially prepared a knife and fork for her, and also gave her a pair of chopsticks, but Sharapova used chopsticks.
"Da Shan, after talking so much, do you still let this girl eat?" The old beggar acted like the emperor of his family.
Zhang Dashan didn't dare to speak anymore. He had kept a low profile for so many years. If others were dissatisfied with him, he would subconsciously remain silent.
"My child, how is your father Pukan? I haven't seen him for many years!"
Now the old beggar spoke. Zhang Dashan glanced at him and said nothing, drinking his own wine.
At this table, or in this home, no one encourages you to drink. This is a bad habit!
"He is fine and in good health, but I didn't know that Master still knew my father!" Sharapova said.
The old beggar smiled and said: "Haha, that happened many years ago!"
Yes, it was many years ago. Sharapova was not yet born at that time. At that time, the old beggar’s iron-blooded mercenary group was in full swing, and the old beggar bought arms from Pukan.
"That's really great. Master and father know each other!"
This is something that surprised Sharapova and is a good thing. It seems that there is nothing unpleasant between them.
"Sharapova, your father is a hero. In that turbulent era, it was very rare!"
There is a lot of information here. The end of a great country created so many heroes and bones.
Many people have succeeded and retreated bravely, but Pukan is hiding. In the dark, Pukan can be regarded as a powerful figure.
"Thank you, Master!" Sharapova just said.
Sharapova knows too well what kind of person her father is and doesn’t want to say too much.
At this moment, General Wan couldn't help it anymore and said angrily: "You little old man, if you don't want to finish it, why did you just say it if you didn't let Dashan say it!?"
"I just… "
"Just what?"
"Okay, eat, eat!"
The old beggar stopped talking and ate quietly. He and General Wan were similar in age and were comrades in arms back then. General Wan was carrying so many secrets that only 01 could keep him calm.
Now General Wan is just an old man, and no one mentions those things anymore.
Because that is not only the youth of General Wan, but also the scar and glory of the motherland.
Who bothers to bring up those things
Sharapova felt the atmosphere of home for the first time, which was very fresh and touching, or in other words, she had a home.
She grew up in the Halberd of War training camp, which was a military camp rather than a home.
Sharapova accepts the chopstick culture, which is very integrated and warm.
And the food is delicious, every dish is delicious. She likes Chinese culture.
While eating, Sharapova shed tears, which shocked everyone.
"Sharapova, what's wrong with you?" Yun Qian put down her chopsticks: "Tell me if Zhang Feng bullied you!"