"We're here, let your third aunt serve the dishes!" Shen Weixing instructed.
"Okay!"
Xue Hongxing knew that his old comrade's family wasn't well-off and that they normally didn't drink alcohol, so he quietly went home to fetch two bottles of Moutai that he had sneaked back from his father last time. Shen Weixing was so moved that his eyes got teary.
However, the wine wasn't drunk, as it was painfully declined by Shen Feihu. There's something important tomorrow, so they weren't drinking tonight.
After a few attempts to persuade him, his attitude was steadfast, and they directly served the dishes. Zhao Honglian cooked the dumplings in several pots, receiving unanimous praise from everyone.
"Little Shen, tell your wife to stop busying herself and hurry to join us."
"Little An, stop bustling around." Shen Feihu was familiarly calling out to Shen Zian like he was greeting his own relatives.
