Hu Yibao looked at it.

Aunt Wang’s house.

Although it is upstairs.

But it is three bedrooms and two living rooms.

Large area.

Dining, kitchen.

They are all separated by walls.

Form a separate room.

Standing in the living room, Hu Yibao's eyes jumped over the open door of the restaurant and saw that the dining table was filled with hearty food.

"It's all this, have a meal first!"

Wang Ping greeted.

"Yibao, just treat your aunt's house as yours, just be as easy as you want."

"Thank you aunt!" Hu Yibao said with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Ping glanced at Yang Mi'er and saw her holding her cell phone, her fingers constantly moving.

I don't know who to chat with.

Wang Ping said directly.

"Mi'er!"

"Hurry up and get up."

"What are you doing? Playing a telephone pole!"

"Go and serve tea and pour water."

Yang Mier immediately put away her cell phone.

"I got it, mom!"

After looking at Hu Yibao, Yang Mi'er went to serve tea and pour water.

"Stop busy. On New Year's Eve, who is the man who drinks tea?" Yang Tian suddenly said.

"Mi'er, have a meal!"

"Okay, dad!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Tian held the wine in one hand and pulled Hu Yibao in the other hand, and walked straight to the restaurant, impatient and very enthusiastic.

"Sit with me!"

Seats in the dining room against the wall.

Hu Yibao sat down with the opportunity.

There is also a TV in the restaurant, which is on.

Silently.

"The Spring Festival Gala hasn't started yet, so I'll watch it later."

Yang Tian started the wine in a straightforward manner, poured Hu Yibao a glass and a glass himself.

After Wang Ping came in, she asked Yang Mi'er to sit on the other side of Hu Yibao.

"Come on, Yibao, have a chicken leg." Wang Ping picked up a chicken leg for Hu Yibao and said with the flow.

"Celebrate that you sold the copyright today."

"Thank you aunt!" Hu Yibao said with a smile.

In recent days, copyrights have been sold every day.

Earned several hundred million.

It is indeed a celebration.

"Yibao, New Year's Eve, haven't you called your home?" Wang Ping asked.

"I've beaten!" Hu Yibao replied in a whispering manner as he ate the chicken legs.

"Who else is there in the family now?"

For so long.

Wang Ping still doesn't know about Hu Yibao's family situation.

I want to take advantage of this New Year’s Eve dinner and ask.

Of course.

The main purpose is to understand.

After all, Wang Ping and Yang Tian valued Hu Yibao, not his parents.

"My father and mother!"

Hu Yibao replied while gnawing on the chicken legs.

"What are your parents doing at home?"

"Raising pigs!"

" Raise pigs?" Wang Ping was stunned.

Hu Yibao nodded: "Well, the kind that is tens of thousands of heads. I called my home two days ago and the pig farm was expanded and I have raised 50,000 heads."

"Fifty thousand!!" This time, before Wang Ping could speak, Yang Mi'er next to her was shocked.

Even if she is a star.

But it is also very clear.

How expensive is pork now?

Fifty thousand heads.

Profits of hundreds of millions a year.

Look at the entertainment industry.

There are only those top superstars.

You can earn so much in a year.

I really didn't expect it.

This Hu Yibao is not only handsome, but also has money at home.

Wang Ping also recovered from surprise at this time.

"Then what do your parents think about your lifelong event?" Wang Ping asked with concern.

Hu Yibao has a good personality.

He is handsome, tall, and has money at home.

Maybe there are many women chasing him behind him.

Hu Yibao shrugged and said helplessly, "Hey, I didn't dare to go back because I didn't find a girlfriend."

"Hahaha!" Wang Ping smiled, "That..."

"My daughter doesn't happen to have a partner, so why don't you exchange contact information and have time to talk."

"Okay!" Although Hu Yibao is straight, he is not that shy.

After exchanging contact information with Yang Mier.

Yang Tian, ​​who was beside him, finally couldn't help it. He patted Hu Yibao under the table and said, "Come on, eat food and drink!"

"A moment of stuffy!"

Looking at the glass of white wine that Yang Tian had filled him with, he said at least two taels of rice.

Put it before.

Hu Yibao may refuse.

But now.

I am already a junior wine taster.

According to the system.

A bottle of white wine will not pour.

"Come!"

Hu Yibao directly raised the quilt.
To be continued...