After they moved houses, Old Yuan and his sons drank even more lively.
The dishes on the table had long gone cold, and Mrs. Zeng could only take the daughters-in-law to reheat each dish one by one.
As for being annoyed?
Impossible!
It's the middle of winter, and there's nothing much to do. For the men to have a happy time this rare occasion, the women definitely wouldn't ruin the mood.
As a result, Old Yuan and his sons drank all the way from lunchtime to dinner.
Well, every one of them got wasted, so dinner naturally wasn't necessary.
In the afternoon, Jiaojiao had a good nap, and upon waking, she ran to check on the Golden Eagle in the storage room.
The Golden Eagle was no longer on the perch, but had flown up to the roof beam.
Seeing Jiaojiao arrive, the big fellow only then flew down from the beam to get close to Jiaojiao for a while.
"Da Jin, the sky is getting dark. Are you going home?"
