At lunchtime, once everyone and Xuu Peiyi had placed all the dishes on the table, Old Master Xuu opened a bottle of premium baijiu without hesitation. He glared at Chen Fei and grunted, "You little brat, if you don't have a few drinks with this old man today, that just won't do. Fill it up, fill it up."
Obviously, he was often bored and lonely at home, and opportunities to drink with someone were few and far between. Now that Chen Fei had visited, he naturally wasn't going to miss this chance.
"Honestly, Dad, drinking in the middle of the day?" Xuu Peiyi rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Mr. Chen, here, this is the braised pork with preserved mustard greens I made myself. There's also roast duck from Quanjude, specially delivered. Try it and tell me what you think." She picked up some of her homemade pork and some duck meat with her chopsticks and placed them in Chen Fei's bowl.
