As the saying goes, the devil is one foot taller, and the Tao is one foot taller.

The second son of the Tang family's plan to break the crane's legs is ultimately beyond the ultimate move that his father, Old Master Tang, used repeatedly - the Summoning Technique of the Rebellious Son.

"Eat it? Why don't you eat it? Do you think your father is not doing it well?"

In the main courtyard restaurant of the King of Wei Mansion, Old Master Tang sat in the main seat facing north and south, looking kindly and kindly at the descendants of the Tang family sitting around the round table.

The old Tang family had three generations of ancestors and grandchildren, and for the first time, they all filled up their family banquets.

Yes, two young granddaughters who were still in their infancy were placed in a basket and placed on both sides of Tang Zixiu, the grandson of Tang's parents, and the two nanny women with great capital were at their disposal.

"Father, I suddenly remembered that there were still a few government affairs to deal with... You also know that Your Majesty is now unconscious. Even though the eldest princess has been in a state of justice, the court is still uneasy and turbulent. I have been exhausted for the past two days, really..."

The boss Tang Boyan looked at the table with suspicious shapes of dark dishes, and plucked up the courage to say.

"Oh, boss, I didn't expect you to work so hard and exhausted, so you have to make up for it! Come on, this pot of red ginseng wolfberry mutton soup is specially prepared for you by my father. You are the most filial one among our brothers. You must drink all this soup, and you must not waste any of it!"

The second son of the Tang family interrupted his brother. He relied on the table to count the highest body and the longest arm, and picked up the clay pot filled with fishy meat soup on the table and put it in front of his brother.

"Second, you-"

Prime Minister Tang raised his eyebrows and wanted to show his elder brother's majesty and help his second brother, who was openly rebelling, recalled the fear of being dominated by his elder brother in those years.

"What the second brother said makes sense." Prime Minister Tang's words were interrupted again. This time, he was his father, Mr. Tang, who did not dare to be cold-blooded: "Boyan, you are really working hard for state affairs. This cup of health soup made for your father will be cheaper."

That, my father, you are afraid that you are not misunderstanding the words "one cup" and "beautiful soup"...

Looking at the large clay pot in front of him and the fishy "soup soup" inside the pot, Tang Cheng shook his hand and dropped the spoon to the ground.

"Brother, don't worry, use mine!"

Tang Shuye immediately stuffed his spoon into his brother's hand.

Good brothers, you should help each other.

Looking at the second and third brothers who were looking forward to it, Prime Minister Tang, who was the eldest brother, couldn't help but feel moist. You two... are waiting for you brother!

Then, Prime Minister Tang, who knew that he could not escape this, scoop up a spoonful of "beautiful soup" and put it into his mouth.

Well!!!

At the entrance of the beautiful soup, Prime Minister Tang's eyes widened instantly.

"Brother, is it delicious?"

Tang Laosan asked.

Tang Zixiu, who dared not ask or had no say, was taking a look.

"Delicious! Very delicious!" Prime Minister Tang praised him and scooped a second spoonful of delicious soup into his mouth, looking very enjoyable: "Do you want to try it too?"

Brother, although your acting skills are extraordinary, do you think I will believe it?

Tang Laosan glanced at his elder brother and did not move.

The second son of the Tang family who had lost his vision next to him was so confident that he could not even take chopsticks.

"Father, why don't you just share the meals?" Prime Minister Tang, who failed to fool the game, put down the spoon and turned his head without hesitation and gave his father a suggestion: "The second brother is a martial arts practitioner who consumes a lot. It is most appropriate to give him more meat... The third brother just lost his body and lost his body. It is best to give him some more delicious soup... Zixiu is young and fat, so let's divide him vegetables and cold dishes... Forget it, they just drink milk. If the father is a heavy ceremony, he can also give him a little bit of meaning..."

Within a few words, Prime Minister Tang clearly explained how to arrange the meals separately.

So Tang Lao Er clenched his iron fist, Tang Lao San was stunned, and the fat boy Tang Zixiu was in tears-

Big brother\\Dad, you are so cruel!

"Boss is such a good word! Come on, please pick up a few big lunch boxes!"

Old Master Tang smiled and turned his head and ordered.

Tang Lao Er and Tang Lao San, who originally wanted to turn the situation around, immediately extinguished their desire to fight.

Those who are sitting are all discerning people... Well, no, except for the blind leader Tang Laoer, who is sitting are all discerning people. Who wouldn't tell that Tang Ning has been busy cooking since the morning of the morning, and then sent people to force his family to gather together, just to have this family reunion dinner with his family?

The old man is so kind-hearted that even if the dishes he makes look like poison, who can really bear to refuse as a future generation?

Eat it!

Although it is a bit unpalatable, it is all food rather than poison, and it cannot be killed!

Prime Minister Tang calmly picked up the soup spoon, scooped up a spoonful of delicious soup, gritted his teeth and swallowed it into his stomach.

The blind Don Er also groped and picked up the chopsticks, then picked up a piece of burnt meat slices and fed them into his mouth.

Huh? It was really unexpected. The slice of meat fried by Dad was not too unpalatable, but... very unpalatable.

Tang Lao Er had a stutter on his neck and swallowed the minced meat.

Tang Laosan was a little cunning, and he scooped a spoonful of steamed egg custard that seemed to be fine.

Oh my mother, is salt free?

Under the gaze of his father, the little fat boy Tang Zixiu also picked up a chopstick and stir-fried lettuce, and then started chewing it with a distorted expression.

"You two, dip the chopsticks into each of them with a drop of clear soup and feed it to my husband's granddaughter."

Old Master Tang suddenly ordered.

The two nurses who were ordered quickly stepped forward, dipped their chopsticks into a drop of clear soup, and carefully fed them into the mouths of Tang Xingmou, who was born with Yuanying, and her own sister who had no name.

Tang Xingmou frowned and spitted off his chopsticks.

The little baby girl who didn't have a name yet burst into tears, which was very disrespectful.

Old Master Tang smiled with relief because his goal had been achieved and he heard a system prompt like Tian Shu.

——The "Perfect Family Banquet" skill is activated, and 1,000 health points have been randomly selected and will be randomly assigned to all members of the family banquet.

——Health value 233 (you)

The warm current suddenly burst out in his body, and the pleasure of Mr. Tang almost bubbled.

——Health value 178 (Tang Boyan)

Tang Ning looked at the eldest son of cheap, but Tang Boyan shook his whole body suddenly, then widened his eyes and met his father's eyes: "Father, is this?!"

"A fatherly love."

Tang Ning didn't want to waste brain cells making lies, so he pretended to be mysterious and concise.

"Thank you, my father!"

Prime Minister Tang, who had pulsed back with his naked eyes, looked at his father with gratitude.

I see!

It turns out that this is the real purpose of my father summoning us to have a dinner together!

Father, you are so...you are so dedicated!

——Health value 1 (Tang Zhongxiong)

1?

Tsk, this unlucky child.

Tang Ning couldn't help but think of the tragic past when he traveled through time, when others sent big red envelopes, he only grabbed 1 cent.

So Tang Ning moved his gaze and looked at Tang Zhongxiong who was as strong as a cow with sympathy... Wait, this kid is the leader of the martial arts world! And he is the leader of the Gaowu martial arts world who claims to be able to kill even the Nascent Soul Ancestor, so there is probably no difference between 1,000 health points and 1 health points for this kid...

"I have a share, too? Thank you dad!"

Tang Zhongxiong still felt Tang Ning's "father's love" and was very happy.

Tang Ning was embarrassed to say something, waved his hand and moved his eyes to the next one.

——Health value 163 (Tang Shuye)

"Um..." Uncle Tang screamed happily and sat there and twisted: "It feels so comfortable! Dad! You are really my real father!"

Tang Ning didn't want to talk to this guy, and even wanted to throw a plate over. Considering that it damaged his image as a pure elder, he could barely hold back this thought.

Next.

——Health value 55 (Tang Zixiu)

"Wow! Grandpa saves me! I, I'm poisoned!"

The little fat boy jumped up with a strange scream, and then his second uncle Tang Zhongxiong casually pushed him back to his seat.

Tang Boyan, who was dull, seemed to want to jump up and persuade and educate him manually, and then his second brother was pushed back to his seat.

——Health value 97 (Tang Xingmou)

"Yaa? Hehe——"

The little baby girl with star-eyed eyes babbled at Tang Ning, smiling very happily.

——Health value 273 (Tang Shuye’s biological daughter)

The crying sound of the original terrible thing ended suddenly, and then the little baby girl, who had no official name, yawned and fell asleep when her eyes closed.

You're welcome.

Old Master Tang said to himself.
To be continued...