Chapter 699: Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog

Last year, the reason why Mr. Zhuang's birthday was so big was the engagement ceremony between Yang Huan and Zhuang Ziqing.
This year, the old man decided to keep it simple again and set up a table at home so that the family would come back and gather together.
When Yang Huan and his wife arrived, the whole family was there.
Zhuang Zicheng returned from Shenzhen yesterday and met in the morning.
As for Zhuang Mingyang, who is busy with official duties on weekdays, he went home early in the afternoon and even dared to cook a few dishes himself.
But Yang Huan is used to eating things cooked in small steps, and he can’t flatter Zhuang Mingyang’s cooking skills.
Is there any way?
He is both an old man and a high-ranking official at the core of the power. Wouldn't he be obedient?
Don't look at him Yang Huan never flattered people on weekdays, but he was often flattered by people. If he did too much, he learned a little bit. A few words that didn't hurt or itchy made Zhuang Mingyang laugh from ear to ear, and kept on. Clink glasses with him.
In addition, even the old birthday star’s flattery was taken, which made the whole family enjoy it.
Zhuang Ziqing is also very happy in her heart. Of course she knows that with Yang Huan's arrogant personality, she is willing to flatter her family. On the one hand, she is an elder, and on the other hand, is it not because of her?
So, she secretly gave a thumbs up to her husband, there is a way to go home in the evening and reward you.
Yang Huan is not drunk in a thousand cups, and both Mr. Zhuang and Mingyang are wine immortals who have been killed from officialdom. Therefore, for this meal, the three of them will not stop drinking from six to ten in the evening.
The unlucky Zhuang Zicheng was unconscious after three cups.
"Oh, A Huan, I'm already a little bit brainy. You still look like a okay person. I really don't know what your structure is. You are really not drunk!" Zhuang Mingyang drank a face. Crimson, with alcoholic speech.
Elder Zhuang on the side also drank a little too much. Seeing that Yang Huan's face was still fair and without wine, his heart was depressed.
I’ve heard that I’ve found it strange before, why are people really drunk or not?
Oh, even if you have no reaction to alcohol, even if you drink water, you will have a stomach bloat, right?
Look at Yang Huan's figure and belly, how could it be possible to put so much wine in it?
"Ming Yang, call the army. Tomorrow this kid will be pulled over for anatomy to see what the structure is inside him!"
When Zhuang Mingyang heard this, he nodded vigorously, "Okay, just do it!"
Yang Huan smiled bitterly, "Two of you, are you elders like this? Dissected me, your daughter, your granddaughter, what should I do?
Elder Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang listened and looked at each other, both feeling depressed.
Hey, did this kid use Zhuang Ziqing to blackmail them?
"You kid, all right, drink again!" Zhuang Ming was angry.
"Come, I can't stand it anymore, let's go one more!" The old man also raised his glass.
Yang Huan laughed again, "I said, are you okay? This is the fifty-two-degree Jian Nanchun, isn't it a joke?"
"Who can't? Drink!" Zhuang Mingyang got angry.
"Yes, I don't believe it anymore, I can do a little Japan, I can beat Lao Jiang, but you can't be a brat!"
With a bang, the three drank another half a cup.
Grandma Zhuang on the side shook her head and hurriedly came out and persuaded: "Okay, okay, Lao Zhuang, don't deny that you are old, don't look at it, you are all starting to play tricks and want to drink?"
"And you, Ming Yang, have to work tomorrow, don't drink so much!"
Don't even think that both the old man Zhuang and Mingyang Zhuang are high-powered people, but in front of Granny Zhuang, they all have to obey them.
Upon hearing Grandma Zhuang's greeting, Zhuang Ziqing hurried over to help clean up, and by the way, let people make wine and tea.
As a last resort, the three had to move the battlefield to the living room.
"Look, your grandfather and your dad, I don't know how much I like this son-in-law, so happy in my heart!"
Grandma looked at them and smiled.
"No, Ming Yang rarely sees him drink like this on weekdays. I am really happy!"
Zhuang Ziqing listened to her grandma and mother, and then looked at the scene of the three people in the living room arguing that they would continue fighting in the day. She felt amused and angry, but at the same time it felt very warm.