The chairs at Shuangshuang's house were always not enough. This time, she borrowed a few in advance from various households, otherwise, everyone would have to stand while eating.
"Everyone, don't be polite. Consider our home as your own, eat whatever you want."
Mu Dashan sat at the head of the table and spoke a few heartfelt words as the host.
After everyone laughed, they looked at the large table full of dishes, each with wide eyes, somewhat in disbelief.
Braised pork, boiled live fish, and cold black fungus salad...
These dishes, if not during a festival, were usually not tasted by everyone. Yet these were just plain fare as per Yu Si Niang.
If this was considered plain fare, then what they ate would be equivalent to pig feed?
"Alright, alright, Dashan, you don't have to worry about us being polite. We are all so familiar, if we've come to eat, we'll definitely eat to our fill."
Zhao Gouzi picked up his chopsticks and said to Mu Dashan with a grin.
