In view of the unfriendly behavior of Rong Boye and Nan Che in the living room, when it was dinner time, the headache of eating came.
Uncle Yu was probably worried that they would overturn the table at the dinner table, so he specially chose the eight-meter-long table for the big banquet, and placed Nan Che and Rong Boye at both ends to try to prevent them from touching each other.
Song Xiang bit her chopsticks, looked at Rong Boye, and then at Nan Che. For a moment, she couldn't figure out whether there was something really wrong between these two people or whether they were just joking.
At the dinner table, she saw that the atmosphere was too awkward, so she stood up and gave Rong Boye a shrimp, "Dad, eat this."
Rong Boye responded, "You don't have to be busy, sit down."
"good."
"Good boy——" came the shout from the other side.
Song Xiang twitched the corner of his mouth and stood on tiptoe, "Uncle, is something wrong?"
Nan Che held his chin with one hand and said with a smile, "I'll take one for uncle too."
Song Xiang: "...Oh."
She was about to stand up, but Rong Boye came close and took her arm, "Sit down, he has hands."
Song Xiang twitched the corner of her mouth, cleared her throat, sat down, and said to Nan Che: "Uncle, can you bring the plate to you?"
"Forget it, I won't eat it. The shrimps that no one picked up probably won't taste that good."
Song Xiang: "..."
She thought Nan Che was going to calm down for a while, but the next second he looked at Yan Han with the same smile, "Good son-in-law, how about you catch me?"
Yan Han raised his head expressionlessly, brought over a plate of shrimps, and poured them all into Song Xiang's plate.
He put down the plate and looked at Nan Che, "It's gone."
Nan Che raised her eyebrows.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and touched Yan Han's shoes with his feet.
sharp.
Yan Han's face was calm, but he touched her shoes in response.
Across the way, Nan Che obviously didn't come here to eat. He likes sweets and spicy food, and the Rong family's dishes are all too delicate and bland, which are not to his taste at all.
If you eat one dish and choose one, you will be beaten badly.
In the end, Yun Yun kicked him from below, and then he sounded the gong and retreated, temporarily calming down.
The meal was huge. When it was over, Rong Boye wiped his hands with a towel and threw it away casually, but said to Nan Che, "Let's take a bath in a hot spring together?"
Song Xiang was surprised, not expecting that he would invite Nan Che.
Nan Che didn't panic at all, "Okay, let's take a dip."
Song Xiang received the hint from Yun Yun's eyes opposite him, nodded, and said to Yan Han: "You can also go for a bubble bath. Didn't you say you were sore yesterday? Go relax."
Yan Han understood that she asked him to make a blender and nodded, "Okay."
The men stood up and quickly disappeared into the restaurant.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit next to Yun Yun, but Yun Yun had already reached her side.
"Oh my God, I was scared to death." Song Xiang patted her chest.
Yun Yun stuck out her tongue and whispered: "Your father is really the same as before, so cold."
Song Xiang only spoke to her a few words in the afternoon, but he was extremely kind to her, "Has Auntie known Dad a long time ago?"
Yun Yun nodded, then shook her head, "But I don't remember much about him. I was too young at that time, so I just remember that he was a fierce uncle."
uncle?
Song Xiang thought for a while and asked quietly: "Auntie, how old are you?"
Yun Yun heard her gossipy tone, and recalled Rong Boye's words teasing her and Nan Che in the living room, and felt a little embarrassed, "I'm older than you."
"How much older?"
"Fifty-six, seventy-eight years old."
Song Xiang laughed out loud, "I guess he is five years old."