"Dad!" Huo Beijiang couldn't help but laugh, "I've found that you've become humorous during your lengthy disappearance this year."
"Humorous my ass."
"Not only have you become humorous, but you've also picked up the habit of swearing."
Huo Linong was speechless; this cheeky brat was now making fun of his old man. He was becoming more audacious day by day.
"Let's eat first!" Huo Beijiang took off his military coat. Wearing his green military shirt, he still felt hot. So he rolled up his shirt sleeves above his elbows and unbuttoned the collar further, revealing a large patch of wheat-colored skin.
Huo Linong's mouth twitched; this young man was obviously showing off in front of him.
Huo Beijiang never cooked. Most of his meals were usually at the cafeteria. Today, the dinner Huo Linong had was also brought over from the cafeteria by Ning Di. It was a simple dish, but the two men weren't picky, and they just casually had some.