"It's okay...you're busy with yours." Zhao's father probably discovered his incompetence, shook his hand, and asked Zhao Meina to do her own thing.

Zhao Meina first turned around and went back to the room, then turned around suddenly and glanced at her father.

She had to look at this, and today's dad was so weird.

When Yu Sheng saw this scene, he probably knew what kind of father Zhao was in.

To describe it in four simple words, it is "middle-life crisis".

The midlife crisis, also known as "gray middle-aged", is generally high in men aged 39 to 50 and between 40 and 65 years old, and is also called "man forty syndrome". In a broad sense, it refers to various levels and crises such as career, health, family and marriage that may be experienced in this stage of life.

It seems that this is a troubled person. Yu Sheng recalled the explanation of the Internet encyclopedia in his mind and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

There was no light on the living room, and the colorful fluorescent light of the TV was projected on Zhao's father's face.

With the help of this ever-changing light, I observed Zhao’s father. He looked like an ordinary farmer and had a good figure. Even if he sat on the sofa, he still showed no sign of being big belly.

Judging from his facial expression, it doesn’t seem to be too painful or confused. However, the rest of his life can be sure that Zhao’s father is in a midlife crisis.

As a man, what he wants to pursue is nothing more than "power-wealth-beauty-sewness".

When a man is old and middle-aged, his wife, who was as beautiful as a peach blossom in the past, became a bloated yellow-faced woman. Without the affectionate words of sweet sweetness in the honey in the past, all that is left is trivial matters.

This is just a dissatisfaction from the family.

In addition, there are also unsatisfactory careers. In theory, Zhao's father is already the deputy county magistrate, and in the eyes of ordinary people, he is more or less a high-ranking official.

But people always have the desire to pursue progress, maybe they want to take another step forward in their career.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhao Meina rubbed Yu Sheng's stomach with her instep, lowered her head and said in a low voice.

"Meow." Yu Sheng, who hadn't been crying for a long time, raised his head and meowed, indicating that he knew and walked towards her room.

Yu Sheng subconsciously glanced at Zhao Meina rubbing his foot, without any feeling of being moved.

A man who is not gentlemanly (changing) and (in a state of mind) is not a good man.

Once upon a time, there were more or less strange hobbies in the rest of my life. Foot control is probably one of them. After all, girls in later generations like to wear flip flops in summer, revealing their white and crystal-clear feet. They don’t look white or not, right? There is a little hobby.

Of course, Yu Sheng knew that the beautiful feet that I saw in later generations would not be pure natural, otherwise they would be born white and red, which would be too evil.

So, he subconsciously glanced at Zhao Meina's feet. He found that it was far less beautiful than he remembered, so he nodded with peace of mind.

If she had reached that era, she would have become a yellow-faced woman. Yu Sheng looked at Zhao Meina's back when she went out. She was preparing meals for Yu Sheng. She treated Yu Sheng so carefully, Yu Sheng felt that it would be bad, not good to black Zhao Meina like this.

Giving up the rest of his life as a black man, he turned to think that it was a cat who could live to that day? Thinking of this, his entire cat was depressed by himself. He pressed his chin on his front paws and looked at the ground sadly.

Zhao Meina has never kept a pet and doesn’t know what cats eat. Yesterday she believed the poison on Su Yuxiao’s phone call, believing that Yu Sheng is a vegetarian cat.

So, she searched and searched in the kitchen, and found a tomato and a few eggs. She made a scrambled egg with tomatoes, using seasonal vegetables like tomatoes.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, also known as Musui persimmon in the northeast.

"Wood beard" is the mistake of osmanthus!

Osmanthus is the osmanthus flower. It is named because the broken eggs in the persimmon scrambled eggs are like slices of osmanthus flower.

The rest of my life tasted Zhao Meina's craftsmanship, but fortunately it was not a dark dish.

Perhaps it is because the raw materials are of outstanding quality. Scrambled eggs with tomatoes with a little sugar are sour and sweet and delicious.

After enjoying Zhao Meina's feelings for the rest of her life, she continued to think about his sorrow.

"who I am?"

“Where am I from?”

"Where am I going?"

The rest of my life was thinking about three major philosophical issues.

Zhao Meina looked at the bedside inactive Yu Sheng and was puzzled. What happened today? Not only was her father wrong, but this cat who ran out for some time was not right.

Is it because something was wrong with them or something wrong with me? Zhao Meina ran to the dressing table and sat down, held her face with her hands, and looked at herself with her face in the mirror with her face pinched. No problem.

OK. Don’t think about it anymore. Zhao Meina returned to her desk, took out a small notebook, and drew something randomly on it.

When Zhesi Yusheng looked at her notebook, he suddenly thought of something. Before he could draw it, should he copy it in advance and make a joke like "This God of Death is a Wang" or something like that.

However, he thought about it and gave up. Although this is a comic that is two thousand years later, he does not know whether the original author has a first draft. It is not awkward to say that it is a car crash. But the rest of his life cannot turn around and the righteousness of being unable to plagiarize.

What kind of story should I think of?

Yu Sheng jumped onto the desk, intending to look into the distance and look for inspiration. However, when he saw what Zhao Meina painted on paper, he instantly got inspiration.

It is not difficult to understand what Zhao Meina painted in her notebook. If anyone who has been to Jiangcheng can tell at a glance that she is painting Jiangcheng.

Starting from north to south, I painted south. It was just that this was a notebook, and I couldn't connect a complete picture. I could only see the leopard in the tube and see two pages of paper.

Yu Sheng looked at Sijianhe passing through the center of the notebook, the county government on the right, and the county government family building on the right. He thought if there would be a girl inside, painting, painting Jiangcheng, and a cat was watching.

This story can be told into one, there is a temple on the mountain, and there are two monks in the temple, one old monk and the other young monk. The old monk tells stories to the monks, an infinite cycle of stories.

But the rest of his life doesn't like warm fairy tales. What he wants is destruction, darkness, and anti-humanity.

A scene of fire rising into the sky appeared in the brain of this malicious cat.

As the notebook in front of me was lit, the real world began to smell smoke. The vision seemed to be no longer clear. The originally dark night sky began to burn yellow.

The rolling hot current came from all angles of the space. This day! This place! It was all ignited.
Chapter completed!