Domineering CEO Is My Son

Mr. Kang didn't dare to tell his brother that talking casually is a talent for children.

He wasn't a child anymore, and he didn't have that natural feeling.

But early the next morning, he still tried to be like the other children in kindergarten and said to his father:

"Dad, Dad, there are several birds flying outside."

It was really meaningless, and Mr. Kang felt so embarrassed that he wanted to dig his toes into the ground.

But his big dad picked him up and said, "Count how many there are."

The child carefully counted: "Four."

"Good job, baby!"

After hearing this, the child didn't feel any better. He still felt awkward all over. Maybe it was because he really wasn't a child, and both he and his big dad knew it.

This kind of pretending was just his big dad cooperating with him. It was superficial and couldn't make people happy.

When Mr. Kang arrived at school, he continued to observe how other children talked.

The children in the school were divided into two types. One type was relatively quiet. They played with toys slowly, walked slowly, and ate slowly.

The other type was more lively. They ran from here to there, and back again, constantly telling the teachers and classmates about what was happening to them:

"I have a new tooth growing in, and my mother said it's a vampire tooth."

Or they would secretly nibble on the mushroom lamps in the school. They looked so childish...

But it was also very cute.

However, these things were cute when done by a child, but when done by a teenager or an adult, it would be mentally challenged!

Even though his mom and dad were very cooperative, he still had a feeling of:

"My son has been mentally challenged for many years, but my parents still haven't abandoned him."

But he still had to do this mentally challenged act, otherwise Little Parrot would worry about him.

Mr. Kang sighed. Couldn't there be a way for teenagers or slightly older, less childish people to get along?

When school was over in the afternoon, big dad came to pick up the child, carrying a big bag.

Little Parrot flew to big dad's shoulder, and Kangkang walked to his father's side: "Dad, what are we having for dinner tonight? Are we going to buy groceries first?"

Big dad said, "Mom will go grocery shopping today. Dad will take you to inherit a skill of our family."

"Isn't our family skill cooking?" Kangkang couldn't help but ask.

Because the last time he had a video chat with his grandparents, his grandpa said he was going to cook.

Kangkang thought it was an ancestral cooking skill, after all, his dad would always say, "This is a secret ingredient, this is a secret recipe" when he cooked.

"Cooking counts." Big dad said, "But there's another one, you should have started learning it when you were about 5 years old, but now it's about the same."

Kangkang immediately became excited: "What? What?"

He didn't understand this kind of inheritance. He hadn't been exposed to it much before, but he felt that family craftsmanship must be very cool!

Even if the family craft was playing the suona, he thought it would be fine.

As soon as the child got home, he saw a large vat in the kitchen that was taller than him. There was a small vat next to it, about knee-high.

The child breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't playing the suona.

"Your grandma was the village chief's daughter at that time, and your grandpa was an orphan in the village. He was able to marry your grandma because he could make wine. Your grandpa used corn to make wine at the beginning. Corn was cheap, and the used corn dregs could also be fed to pigs. Gradually, the conditions improved, and he had the opportunity to settle down in the city."

Little Parrot pretended to follow behind and listen carefully.

In fact, he had heard the story of his grandparents so many times that his ears had calluses. After all, he couldn't speak when he was a child, so after his grandpa told it once, his grandma had to tell it again. After his grandma told it, his dad had to tell it again, and his great-grandma sometimes had to tell it too.

But at that time, he was just a bird that couldn't speak, and he could only listen to them.

His brother hadn't heard it even once, so let him listen slowly. Little Parrot secretly slipped away.

"Grandpa said that everyone in our family can not know anything else, but they must know how to make wine. This is our family heritage."

Kangkang thought of the rice wine that was always in his house. It seemed that those rice wines were all made by his father.

"This big vat has Dad's name on it, and this small one is for baby, with baby's name, Yue Kang, written on it. Baby will learn with Dad."

The child touched the small vat that belonged to him. He couldn't help but touch the name, Yue Kang...

He couldn't help but read it from right to left... Kang Yue.

"Our winemaking process is quite complicated and time-consuming, but it's a very good thing to master a skill."

The child looked at the big vat and then at the small vat, and a special feeling welled up in his heart.

A whole new feeling, he didn't know what it was, but he felt a slight excitement in his heart.

It was like a person who had walked a very, very long way. He didn't know where he came from or where he was going, but he just kept walking. Everyone else in the world could stop, but he had nowhere to go.

Suddenly, he had a place too.

Big dad squatted down and said, "This is our family skill, everyone has to learn it."

The child didn't quite understand how to find common ground with his parents, but he knew this.

The child immediately rolled up his sleeves: "I'm sure I'll learn it all at once."

Yue Qin took a small black apron from the side and tied it on his son. He also took two sleeves and put them over his son's rolled-up sleeves.

After all, the weather was getting colder.

The child looked at the small black apron on himself and then at the black apron on his father.

Although the style was strange, there was a strange father-son feeling.

The child was very hardworking next. He carefully washed the rice, and the father and son chatted naturally:

"Dad, how old were you when you started learning?"

"Dad should have started making wine with grandpa when he was three or four years old."

"Your grandpa has a good vision. Originally we were in the village, and only our family could make it. People from all the surrounding villages would come to buy wine, but grandpa said that if we stayed in the village like this, we would be able to see the end at a glance, and it would not be good for our children's development."

"So Dad moved from the village to the city when he was only two years old."

"Grandpa is amazing!" Kangkang couldn't help but say. He imagined his father as a child.

"It was not easy to get used to living in the city at first, but your grandfather's winemaking skills allowed him to gradually take root in the city."

The father and son soaked a large bucket of glutinous rice, which needed to be soaked for a day.

And then they could wash and dry their vats.

As Yue Qin was washing, he saw the child couldn't help but hug his small vat, his eyes serious as he slowly wiped it, as if it were some kind of treasure.

The child really needed a home.

Big dad roughly calculated in his heart that after teaching him how to make wine, he would teach him how to make the secret sauce and kimchi.

These were all common topics. In fact, the common topics between parents and children were nothing more than children sharing their lives and troubles, and parents imparting what they had learned in this world.

Their child was a little awkward and embarrassed to share his life and troubles.

As a father, he might only have a short time with his son, and he also wanted to give this child something.

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