With Rong Shao's seniority standing there, Rong Shuai naturally cannot be called Shuai Shao. Naturally, he has to be demoted one level and be called Xiao Shuai Shao.

After hearing the servant call him several times for the first time, Mr. Rong stamped his cane and gave the order: "Little Marshal, don't talk too much. From now on, you will be called Young Marshal!"

Ever since, the domineering and powerful military title of Young Marshal was decided.

After listening to Mr. Rong's words, Mr. Jiang snorted, and his fingers were suddenly wrapped by soft little hands. He looked down and saw that his handsome great-grandson was grinning at him.

Old Commander Jiang was delighted: "Hello, Young Marshal, that's a good title! This kid has won my heart. From now on, I will throw him into the army for training. If he wins a military rank, he will be worthy of the title!"

As if in response to his great-grandfather's words, the young marshal was babbling in an incomprehensible alien language. His eyebrows were crooked and his dark eyes were bright, as if he was agreeing with Chief Jiang's words that he wanted to get the military rank. !

Everyone laughed again, this kid is so funny!

In the luxurious indoor living room, Rong Shuai was half-sitting on the sofa. David picked up the camera and clicked the shutter sound, taking full photos of the little guy alone.

After taking the 100-day photo, Luo Anning stepped forward and hugged her son. Rong Yan sat beside her, holding his wife in his arms, and the smile on his lips was uniquely warm.

Finally, there was the family portrait. After taking the photo indoors, it moved to the outdoor back garden.

The weather is particularly favorable, the sun is shining brightly, and the European-style white pavilion in the garden is particularly sentimental against the backdrop of the delicate roses.

The shooting lasted for most of the day before all the photos were taken.

At first, the young marshal was very honest in taking pictures, but then he started to be unable to sit still and refused to be held by anyone other than Mama. He stretched his little short arms just to be hugged by Mama.

It's numb, fragrant and soft, he likes it!

After the young marshal's hundred days, Rong Yan naturally wanted to hold a family banquet. He did not invite any big invitations, but only invited relatives to gather and share the joy.

In the evening, the young marshal, who was contented to be slept with Mommy all afternoon, had a flushed face and was particularly energetic.

In the restaurant, everyone sat down, and Feng Churui and Tang Chao also came. Seeing Rong Yan walking into the restaurant with Luo Anning in his arms, and the little guy who they both loved and hated, they immediately felt dumbfounded.

The memory of the full moon banquet was unforgettable for them!

It was the first time in my life to hold a child and receive such a big welcome gift. It was really shocking and rare!

The dinner was very atmospheric. Where Tang Chao was present, he would usually not be silent, and it was inevitable to talk nonsense in front of the elders who had watched him grow up since childhood.

Feng Churui is as elegant as ever, worthy of being the mayor of a city, and has a very rich cultural heritage.

Unlike the Tang Dynasty...

"Ah Chao, you are already a grown man. When did you get married to your fiancée?" Jiang Peihua asked.

Tang Chao paused with his chopsticks and then smiled: "Aunt Jiang, it almost killed me if I agreed to get engaged to my old man. I don't want to step into the tomb of marriage so early. After all, there are so many flowers waiting for me. Picking it up."

"You stinky boy! How old are you and you still act so wildly? No wonder Master Tang keeps forcing you to get married..."

"I'm not in a hurry. If there's Ari at the bottom, what should I be afraid of?" Tang Chao brought the topic to Feng Churui in a few words, but was met with a cold look from the latter.

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