Christmas.
Huang Kaiwen's home was always exceptionally lively.
Ma Paolo's parents had passed away, and his children did not want to go home either, so they simply came to Huang Kaiwen's house to spend the holiday together.
Along with Kaka, Ramos, and the Inzaghi family.
Every meal took an entire day of busy preparation.
There were only ten adults, but nearly thirty children.
"George, you don't need to come help." Kaka waved with a smile. "Go play games with your brothers."
"Chris, everyone else is helping out. You're nearly thirty and still crouching in front of a computer. Do you plan to drift through life like this forever?"
Ma Paolo snapped.
The eldest son glanced at Ma Paolo on the sofa and replied, "You haven't gone to the kitchen either."
Ma Paolo's eyes widened. Damn it, each child was worse than the last.
At this point, only the third boy seemed somewhat obedient.
His personality did not matter. As long as he could inherit the number-three shirt, that was enough.
Ma Paolo no longer expected these bastards to become obedient, filial sons.
"Why do Ricardo and I have to help in the kitchen?"
Inzaghi complained.
The second Maldini said, "If you were capable of finding as many girlfriends as Uncle Kevin, you wouldn't have to go into the kitchen, Uncle Filippo. You had so many ex-girlfriends, yet you couldn't even handle two at once."
Angela Robbs immediately turned to look at Inzaghi.
Inzaghi gave an awkward smile. "I never had that kind of idea."
Seeing this, Eduardo sighed and shook his head.
If they got a dog, his father's status in the family might drop even further.
"You're the one who led Daniel astray."
Ma Paolo glared at Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen shrugged and continued playing football with the children.