Luo Zhentian thought about his grandson's wife being there, and he couldn't let his impression of her down. He could only chew and swallow the "imposter uncle" that he almost uttered, and glared at Zhou Dabao fiercely:

"You're such a bad old man, you never say a word that's not nice! I've toiled for my country for most of my life, and now I'm finally old enough to enjoy the blessings of my grandchildren. I can't bear to die!"

After saying that, Luo Zhentian deliberately picked up the jar of peach blossom wine from the ground and slammed it heavily on the Eight Immortals Table, knocking off the mud seal on the mouth of the jar. Instantly, a rich aroma of wine wafted out, and everyone at the table, except Qingshan and Luo Wenyuan, stared at the jar.

Luo Zhentian successfully attracted Zhou Dabao's attention and finally breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction:

"Old Jiu Mengzi, how are you? My granddaughter-in-law made me several more jars of fine wine. They taste even better than last time. Are you jealous?"

Zhou Dabao was already dazzled by the aroma of wine when he asked. His eyes followed the wine jar in Luo Zhentian's hand and he murmured:

"greedy……"

"Would you like to drink?"

“I really want to drink it!”

Zhou Dabao quickly took a large glass for drinking drinks and placed it in front of Luo Zhentian, waiting eagerly to pour him some wine.

"whispering sound!"

Luo Zhentian originally wanted to take Qiao, but seeing Zhou Dabao's expectant eyes, he didn't continue to tease him and poured him a glass.

The medicinal wine is mellow and thick, and because of the fragrance and color of peach petals, the wine has a light pink color.

Zhou Dabao raised the glass and shook it, then took a sip. The rich aroma of the wine made his red nose even redder, and he kept nodding in praise.

Luo Zhentian waved his hand and said, "Let's eat!" Lei Bei and Batur, who had been craving for food for a long time, could finally enjoy their meal. The whole family ate with great joy.

Luo Wenyuan peeled a braised prawn for Qingshan and put it in a bowl. He also picked up half a baked crab and carefully picked out the crab meat for her.

The Rebbe sitting opposite saw this and whispered to Batur with his hands covering his mouth:

"Batu, look at the boss. He's not even married yet, but he's already so attentive. He almost wants to chew and feed the big sister mouth to mouth. He's definitely going to be a wife slave in the future!"

Batur looked at the Rebbe with a smile and placed a piece of Three Cup Chicken in his bowl.

"F**k!"

Lei Bei almost vomited a mouthful of boiled pork slices.

"Ahem, Batu, Brother Lei is going to teach you a lesson. Don't talk about eating chicken, be civilized! I consider that this is your first offense and your filial piety is commendable, so I won't bother with you this time. If you dare to do it again - I'll give you electrotherapy!"

After saying that, Lei Bei picked up the chicken nuggets that Batu had given him and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Well, it's very comfortable--!"

Batur, however, had a seemingly innocent smile on his face: Hehe, do you really think I don’t know?

Although the table was filled with delicious food and wine, Luo Zhentian was most proud of the bowl of Old Capital Noodles with Soy Sauce in front of him. The noodles were smooth and chewy, the vegetables were fresh and delicious, and the most important thing was that the meat sauce on top was fresh and rich, which made him very appetizing just by smelling it.

Luo Zhentian mixed the noodles with soybean paste and picked up a piece with chopsticks to eat. The salty and fresh meat sauce wrapped around the chewy noodles, and paired with the crispy vegetables, the mixture formed a just right deliciousness that almost made him cry.

I don’t know if it’s because he hasn’t eaten this for a long time, or because his granddaughter-in-law’s cooking skills are superb, but Luo Zhentian feels that this bowl of noodles is the most delicious he has ever eaten in his life, no doubt about it!

Zhou Dabao looked at the white rice in front of him, then looked at Luo Zhentian's noodles with soybean paste, and started to yell in dissatisfaction:

"Stingy guy, why are we all eating rice, but you're the only one eating noodles with soybean paste? Aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache from eating alone?"

Luo Zhentian's lips were covered in black sauce as he slurped the noodles, completely ignoring Zhou Dabao's chatter.

Zhou Dabao turned to look at Luo Wenyuan:

"Wen Yuan, Grandpa Zhou is old and has trouble digesting rice. Can you give me a bowl of noodles with soybean paste?"