"Alright, everything's been explained. Stop staring at us. There's so much good food, hurry up and eat!" Moxi swallowed hard and sat down next to Guoguo.

"Auntie, why don't you sit next to me?" Dou Dou patted the empty seat next to her. "I really want to talk to you, Auntie. I miss you so much, but you don't even bother to look at me or Guo Guo. As soon as you come back, you go to look at houses. Are houses as nice as us? Are houses as dear as us?"

"Auntie won't sit next to you. Who told you to talk nonsense?" Moxi pouted and looked at Dou Dou childishly, then reached out and touched Guo Guo's face. "Auntie still likes Guo Guo the most. She knows what to say and what not to say."

"Who needs your approval?" Guoguo tilted her head, leaving her hand hanging in mid-air, and said disdainfully. "You're such a romantic jerk, I don't want to talk to you. If you're going to talk about love, just talk about love. Why won't you admit it? The more you explain, the more guilty you seem. They believe you, but I don't. Humph!"

Guoguo's stern face and humming left and right amused the adults at the table.

The little guy has a good memory; he can remember everything an adult says after hearing it only once, so he has a particularly large vocabulary.

The atmosphere improved amidst the laughter.

A feast comparable to the Manchu Han Imperial Feast immediately drew everyone's attention back to the food.

Jiang's father had already opened the Wuliangye he brought, and the aroma wafted out. He sniffed it, first pouring a glass for Su Ming, then one for himself, and then, holding the bottle, took the initiative to invite Xiao Moran to a drink. "How about it? Would you like a glass?"

Xiao Moran neither said he wanted it nor he didn't, and turned his gaze to Su Xiaonuan.

"Why are you looking at me?" Su Xiaonuan glared at him. "Drink if you want, don't drink if you don't want."

"Then I'll drink less!" Xiao Moran pushed the glass towards Jiang's father. "Uncle Jiang, just pour a little, just a token amount."

"You're obviously henpecked, no fun at all." Jiang's father poured a third of the wine into Xiao Moran's glass, while he and Su Ming's glasses were full. When these people drink together, they have to fill their glasses to the brim to feel the right feeling; each glass can hold about 2 ounces of wine.

Xiao Moran had drunk too much with clients twice, and Xiao Nuan disliked him when he got home. She wouldn't even let him sleep on the floor, so he had to sleep in the office twice. Although he now has more rooms and doesn't have to hide in the office anymore, he still doesn't want Xiao Nuan to dislike him.

He misunderstood. Xiao Nuan disliked him not because he had been drinking, but because he couldn't hold his liquor.

Xiao Nuan's alcohol tolerance is greater than all these people combined.

In her past life, when she was an undercover agent in a nightclub, she got quite a few big bosses drunk.

Otherwise, how could she have earned the title of an all-around policewoman?

Unaware of the situation, Xiao Moran assumed that Xiao Nuan simply disliked the smell of alcohol.

His action, however, made Jiang Yi jealous, and he sneered, "Xiao Moran, are you even a man? You need to ask a woman for permission to drink? If you're a man, you should act like one. Drink when you should."

After saying that, he reached for the wine bottle and poured himself a full glass of wine.

Xiao Moran has a high alcohol tolerance; he was just thinking of Xiao Nuan.

Jiang Yi has no capacity for alcohol, yet he's putting on an act here.

Jiang's parents knew whether their son could drink or not.

"Jiang Yi, you should drink less," Jiang's mother scolded. "Xiao Nuan made so many delicious dishes, eat more and drink less."

Jiang's mother was afraid that her son would make a fool of himself if he drank too much.

Jiang's father had a good tolerance for alcohol, but his son hadn't inherited it. Jiang's father took the glass from his son. "You just got out of the hospital, so take it easy. Don't drink alcohol, drink more soup. Look, Xiao Nuan made several kinds of soup."

"Oh right, Xiao Nuan made so much nutritious soup, you should drink less alcohol too." Jiang's mother exclaimed as if she had just realized it. "How about we all drink less alcohol, eat more vegetables and drink more soup, and not waste such good food."

"Xiao Nuan, what's the story behind making so much soup?" Jiang's father asked, somewhat puzzled. "Most families only need to make one pot of soup. Why did you make several? Is there some new story behind Xiao Moran's family moving to a new house?"

“In my hometown, we don’t have the custom of cooking several pots of soup when moving,” Moxi answered quickly.

“Different people should drink different soups,” Xiao Nuan said, pointing to several soups. “This yam, red date, and pork rib soup is suitable for menopausal women. Tomato, potato, and oxtail soup is good for treating osteoporosis. Uncle Jiang, you and Dad really need to drink less alcohol. Drinking too much alcohol is not good for your health. Drink a couple more bowls of this soup later. People your age are most prone to osteoporosis.”

"Oh, you're really particular, even the soup is made differently for each person. What are these two soups?" Jiang's father asked, pointing to another pot of colorful soup.

"That's called Beauty Soup."

"This is good." Moxi immediately filled his own soup bowl.

"I want Beauty Soup too!" DouDou and GuoGuo exclaimed.

"You two shouldn't drink the beauty soup, drink this Gastrodia elata brain-boosting soup instead." Xiao Nuan quickly spooned soup to her two precious sons.

"No, I want to drink the beauty soup," the two children said in unison.

"Drink this first, otherwise, you won't get any beauty soup."

"All right."

After Xiao Nuan introduced the soup, Jiang Ma and Ye Mei couldn't wait to scoop up some menopausal soup and start drinking it. People of their age often experience various menopausal discomforts and need to take good care of themselves.

Jiang's father and Su Ming, who were talking about drinking, also scooped up some pig tail soup and started drinking it.

"Mmm, it tastes good."

……

Regardless of the type of soup, praises rang out everywhere.

Not satisfied with just drinking the soup, Mr. Jiang scooped up a bowl of each of the other three types of soup, except for the menopause soup.

Their favorite wine was left to cool on the side.

"Xiao Nuan, you've really mastered this soup! Tell me how you made it later, so I can make it too when I get home." Jiang's mother drank two bowls of soup in a row.

When Jiang's mother was about to scoop out a third bowl of soup, Xiao Nuan stopped her. "Don't just drink the soup, you have to eat the vegetables too. Some vegetables also have health benefits, such as this braised mutton with angelica and rehmannia, which can nourish yin and yang."

"I want to eat too!" The two little ones were afraid of being cheated, so as long as they heard it was good, they wanted to eat it.

"No, you two can't eat this dish," Xiao Nuan scolded, placing a bowl of food in front of them. "You two are still recovering from your colds, and your breathing is a little difficult. Eat this mint and cinnamon braised lamb chops; it's even tastier than lamb."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Jiang and his son, along with Su Ming, reached for the lamb chops with their chopsticks. They were immediately drawn to the dish; the lamb chops looked very appetizing. Lettuce was placed at the bottom of the plate, with the lamb chops arranged on top of the green vegetables and sprinkled with white sesame seeds.

It truly has a perfect combination of color, aroma, and taste.

Children shouldn't eat lamb because it's considered to have yin-nourishing and yang-tonifying properties, so let's quickly try a piece of this lamb chop first, otherwise there won't be any left if the children eat it all.

Seeing the adults grabbing their food, DouDou and GuoGuo, disregarding their image, grabbed the lamb chops and started gnawing on them.

No need to ask, you can tell from how they eat it that it tastes good.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe everyone's eating habits as wolfing down their food.

Jiang's mother and Moxi quickly reached for the lamb chops with their chopsticks.