When Xing Luo heard Luo Shan's words, he felt moved in his heart. Indeed, no matter how hard he struggled outside, when he returned home, his elders would take care of everything, just like he did when he was a child. Even if he gets into a big disaster, when he returns home, his elders will protect him without saying a word.
"Your eldest brother should be back in another year. By then, you brothers and sisters will be able to go make trouble again," Anya stepped forward and touched Xing Luo's head, laughing softly.
"Think about it, the eldest brother must be twenty-eight years old, and the second brother seems to be a year younger than the eldest brother. They should all have a family," Xing Luo said with a smile as he put his arm around Anya's shoulders.
"Your eldest brother and the others are much more stable than you, so you just have nothing to do all day long, fooling around." Xiao Jie raised his head and glanced at Xing Luo, shook his head and said, he was extremely strict with his sons and daughters like Xiao Xingyu and Xiao Yueyan. But for this little son, who had been extremely gifted since childhood and had the most extraordinary physique in history, he was spoiled and spoiled.
This is why Xiao Jie did not let Xing Luo embark on the path of cultivation, but instead let him study in the secular world.
Pouting his lips, Xing Luo was too lazy to talk to his old man, so he took the two girls and walked to Luo Shan's side.
"Xiangzi, right? Xiao Luo has been spoiled by us since he was a child. If he is not sensible in the future, you will have to help aunt watch over him." Seeing such a carefree Xing Luo, Luo Shan shook her head helplessly. Shaking their heads, Xiao Xingyu and the others did not inherit Xiao Jie's romantic temperament, but they allowed this younger son to inherit it.
"Auntie, I will," Xu Xiangzi said quickly after hearing Luo Shan's words. She didn't want to leave any bad impression on her future mother-in-law.
"Little princess, this kid has inherited his father's romantic temperament. If he does anything wrong in the future, just hit him and hit him. Otherwise, tell Aunt Luo and Aunt Luo will help you teach him a lesson." He touched Zhang Xiyu Luo Shan said with a smile.
"Mom, I'm a very good boyfriend. I cook preserved egg and lean meat porridge for them every morning," Xing Luo said with her face raised.
Hearing this, Anya and other Xingluo's ladies cast their eyes over. In their eyes, Xingluo was a lazy and lazy little playboy. In the past, let alone cooking porridge, he had to break a few dishes even when washing them. When they heard that Xing Luo could cook preserved egg and lean meat porridge, they were also surprised.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you looking at? Let alone cooking porridge, as long as I can do anything except giving birth," Xing Luo was dissatisfied when she saw the surprised looks in the mothers' eyes.
"The little guy who only got into trouble and cried, has grown up," Lu Bingbing smiled slightly, with a hint of distress in his eyes.
The fact that Xing Luo can do this must be closely related to his hard training in the past ten years. He could have lived his life in peace and contentment, but he stubbornly wanted to take that path. They were also extremely distressed. In his eyes, Xing Luo is no different from his own child.
"Okay, okay, you know everything, you are the most powerful. After dinner later, mom will teach you a few space laws. If you encounter a strong enemy in the future, even if you can't defeat it, you can still escape." Since Xing Luo has already Determined to take this path, Luo Shan, as an old woman, naturally hopes that her son will become stronger.
"Okay, okay, my mother is the best," Xing Luo knew that her mother was the strongest among all the mothers, and what she taught was definitely not something popular on the street.
"Let's eat the rice dumplings first. How can we not eat rice dumplings during the festival?" Mr. Xiao asked the servant to bring the rice dumplings up and said with a smile.
Seeing this, Xing Luo quickly went up to get a rice dumpling, peeled off the lotus leaves on it, took a plate and fork, licked his face and handed it to Luo Shan.
"Mom, you eat," Xing Luo said with a smile.
Luo Shan was slightly stunned, but then she shook her head in confusion, although she knew it was her son because she wanted to teach him the laws of space, so she consciously peeled off the lotus leaves and put them on a plate and a fork.
"Okay, okay, although you are a little less sincere, but considering that you are my son, my mother reluctantly accepted it," Luo Shan took the plate and said with a helpless smile.
"Little guy, we treat you well on weekdays, right?" Lu Bingbing looked at Xing Luo with a smile and chuckled.
Hearing this, Xing Luo's tiger body trembled, and he directly grabbed all the rice dumplings, broke the rope with his inner strength, then took all the plates and forks, slapped the table, and all the rice dumplings were scattered into each plate, like a Like a goddess scattering flowers.
"Moms, use it slowly," Xing Luo licked his face and handed the plates to Lu Bingbing one by one. Then when he was about to take the plate and hand it to Anya, Zhang Zhehui next to him rolled his eyes and took it. A plate and trotted up to Anya.
"Aunt An, please use it slowly," the little fat man said with a smile.
Seeing this, everyone couldn't help laughing.
"It's no use trying to please me. Didn't you see that your father's face turned dark?" Anya shook her head in confusion and pursed her lips towards the position of Zhang Fan and Hua Shilin.
"I just respect my elders, I don't mean anything else." When he saw his father's face darkening, the little fat man shrank his head and said with a blush.
"Go away, I peeled this off, and you dared to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha. Believe it or not, I told my cousin everything about you in the club," Xing Luo kicked Zhang Zhehui's fat ass.
"Aren't we also cousins? Why do we care about this?" the little fat man whispered, but when he saw Xing Luo coming over with a glare, he was so frightened that he ran away quickly.
Afterwards, Xing Luo just handed the rice dumplings to all the mothers one by one, as well as to the old men and old ladies, except for his own father.
Xiao Jie was depressed. Xing Luo was born and had his share of credit. He glared at Xing Luo angrily and said, "You brat, I raised you for nothing. If anything happens in the future, don't come to me."
"Oh, why are you so anxious? It's your share." In his mouth, he said: "We are both father and son. We wear the same pair of pants. Naturally, two people can eat a rice dumpling. Moreover, old man, your weight in my heart is really only half of that of my mother."
After saying that, Xing Luo instantly jumped behind Luo Shan, huddled next to Luo Shan, and looked at Xiao Jie with a fearless face.
"You kid, just wait and see how I deal with you in the future," Xiao Jie was very angry at being like this.