Zhao Yinying was not full yet. She looked at the food in the back hall and was angry and anxious. Suddenly, she saw that she had a son who was reluctant to leave the table and was holding a large piece of pork to stuff it into her mouth. Zhao Yinying was furious. He raised his hands and overturned the table. The poor son couldn't dodge and was overturned with the table.

"Crazy!"

The cups, chopsticks, bowls and plates on the table were all smashed, and the food and other things were scattered all over the floor.

“Wow!”

The poor child fell into the food, covered in oil and water, and was in a mess and started crying.

Mr. Zhao heard his grandson crying in front of him, hurriedly came in with a cane, and said dissatisfiedly: "Calm down!"

After saying that, he took his grandson away.

"hurry up!"

"Hurry up!"

"It's too late!"
Chapter completed!