"It's ordered!" Leng Yicheng said with a smile.

"Take your time!" The waiter set the table, gave a respectful greeting, and then walked away.

"When you stop, I'm afraid Cheng Cheng will be hungry, so I'll tell you to prepare first!"

Li Ziheng took the chopsticks and put a piece of meat in Leng Yicheng's bowl

Leng Yicheng smiles, picks up chopsticks and eats happily.

Nanbian looked at the two of them with a smile. "I knew that. When I came to ask for the location, I would have ordered a good dish."

Li Ziheng laughed, "now it's good to wait while eating."

The waiter came over with the corn juice and poured it on them. "Do you need a drink?"

"I don't drink, do you?" Li Ziheng answered, and then asked the south.

"It's no fun for me to drink it alone," Nanbian said with a smile, and then said to the waiter, "no, just juice!"

"All right!" The waiter looked at the three of them, two big and one small, all very handsome.

It took a few eyes to walk away.

"Uncle Nan, the waiter just stared at you!" Leng Yicheng said to Nanbian with a smile.

The south side picked the next eyebrow, lowered the head to eat, "obviously is looking at your uncle Li!"

Li Ziheng took a funny look at the south side, "how can I feel that people just look at you? Sincerity can't be mistaken!"

Nanbian raised his eyes and glanced at him. They were both wearing glasses.

Leng Yicheng looked at them and couldn't help laughing, "you all wear glasses!"

"You're wearing it, too!" Li Ziheng glanced at the little guy with a smile, and Leng Yicheng shrunk his neck, "I don't wear it now!"

Nan Bian laughs and sees the delicious mushroom. He takes it to Leng Yicheng.

"My dad is wearing glasses, too. It's presbyopia!"

Poof!

Li Ziheng caught off guard, "cough!"

He quickly drank a few mouthfuls of corn juice, relaxed, "presbyopia?"

"Yes, at night when he is in the study, he will wear glasses, just like my grandfather, who wears presbyopia glasses!" Leng Yicheng said with great seriousness.

Nanbian raised his hand and moved his glasses to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes.

It's killing him.

If the boss heard it, he would spit blood.

Li Ziheng laughed and smoked. His glasses blurred. He took off his glasses and said, "Cheng Cheng, have you ever said that in front of your father?"

"No!" Leng Yicheng looked at them, a little puzzled, "what are you laughing at? Is it funny that my dad wears presbyopia? "

"Ha ha!"

"Ha ha..."

Nan Bian and Li Ziheng couldn't help laughing.

If it wasn't for restaurants, public places like this, their laughter would be absolutely loud.

Want to laugh, but have to take into account the image of suffocating, quite uncomfortable, stomach pumping, cheeks are going to laugh sour.

Leng Yicheng looks at them, sighs and continues to eat.

"Hearing your presbyopia, I immediately think of your father's image as an old man. Isn't it funny?" Li Ziheng said with a smile.

Leng Yicheng looks at him, purses his little mouth, and tries to think about it, but what he thinks is what the cold weather looks like now.

"Me too. The key is that it doesn't match the boss's temperament."

South can't stop, a hand pressure stomach, smile a little weak.

The eldest is only in his thirties. He is said by the little guy to wear presbyopia glasses. This image is too moving and the sense of picture is too strong.

"No, my smiling face is so sour." Put down the chopsticks in the South and rubbed the cheek hard.

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