Yang Baiyi's powerful aura, coupled with his unquestionable tone, scared Wang Zhichao so much that he dared not speak anymore.

"Get ready, dinner is about to start."

Wang Zhimin, wearing an apron, poked his head out of the kitchen.

Today's lunch was more sumptuous than last time, filling up a large table.

Two braised soft-shelled turtles filled a full pot, fish head stewed with tofu, catfish with eggplant, and Yang Baiyi's favorite, braised garfish in sauce.

"Shuisheng, go get some wine."

Zhang Yongxian asked everyone to sit down and told his eldest son to go and get some wine.

"Brother Zhang, keep your wine and drink it slowly. Let's drink mine today."

Yang Baiyi still couldn't get used to the sweet potato wine, so he took out two bottles of Xifeng wine and a can of malted milk from the tricycle in the yard.

"Bai Yi, when did you buy this?"

Lin Xiao asked curiously.

We have been together since we left home yesterday morning, and I haven’t seen Yang Baiyi go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy anything!

"I brought this from home and put it in my luggage bag."

Yang Baiyi said without changing his expression.

Wang Zhichao was about to speak when he was suppressed by Yang Baiyi's look.

Wang Zhimin took the malted milk and brewed two bowls for Lin Wanru and Yang Xiaoxiao.

"Second sister, Xiaoxiao asked me to give this to Chunni. You can make a bowl of it too."

"Comrade, this is unacceptable. We can't afford to drink something so expensive."

Wang Zhimin was shocked. This can of malted milk was probably more expensive than the whole table of dishes he had cooked. This young comrade really didn't take money seriously!