The family sat at the dining table and ate a sumptuous dinner tonight, everyone talking and laughing.

Tonight, Jiang Shanshan also invited Zhou Chen and his family of three to have dinner.

Because the Zhou family has been in close contact with this place during this period, Wen Lan is now bolder to come out to the Zhang family and chat with the people here.

Zhou Chen has been happy from the bottom of his heart as he has seen the changes in his wife during this period.

So whenever the Zhang family invited them to dinner, he almost always agreed.

Halfway through the meal, several elderly people in the family started scrambling to drink.

"The remaining bit is mine. You all drank so much, it's my turn to drink more." Wu Fanyou held the bottle of wine with a domineering look on his face and refused to let go.

"Old Wu, you can't be so overbearing. You drank the most of this wine tonight. Even if we want to divide it, it won't go to you. Give it back to me. It's my turn to divide it tonight." Zhang Jinguo's face turned red as he drank, and he reached out to grab the bottle of wine in Wu Fanyou's hand.

"I won't give it to you. This wine was given to us by Shanshan girl. I won't give it to you." Wu Fanyou shouted while holding the bottle of wine tightly in his arms.

Zhang Jinguo naturally would not give up so easily. He immediately stood up and walked towards him.

The two old men, who were over a hundred years old in total, started fighting to snatch things in front of a group of children and young people.

The scene felt a bit awkward for a while.

In the end, Jiang Shanshan couldn't bear it anymore and quickly pulled the two old people apart.

"You two, please be kind. Every time I take out this wine, you grab it from me. Little Dudu and the others are watching you. Don't you feel ashamed?" She spoke to the two old men with a helpless look on her face.

"Girl, it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, why would Old Man Zhang and I fight over the wine?" Wu Fanyou's face suddenly changed, and he complained to her.

When Jiang Shanshan heard this, he smiled with a puzzled look on his face.

"Uncle Wu, you're not drunk, are you? I'm not trying to steal the wine from you. You can't blame me if you want to." She looked at him with a helpless look on her face and asked.

Wu Fanyou burped and said, "Why not blame you? If you weren't so stingy and only gave us half a bottle, we wouldn't have had to fight over such a small amount of wine. Tell me, if not you, who should I blame?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jinguo, who had just been fighting with him for the wine like an enemy, immediately fell over and nodded vigorously, agreeing, "That's right, Old Man Wu is right. This matter is Shanshan's fault. It's all your fault."

After hearing this, Jiang Shanshan's smile became even more awkward. "Okay, okay, since you all think it's my fault, then let's do this. From now on, I won't bring out the wine when we eat, okay?"

"This won't do." Suddenly, several panicked voices rang out in the dining room.

"Old Wu, Old Zhang, why are you so unreasonable? How can you blame Shanshan for this? It was obviously you who did something wrong. I tell you, hurry up and coax Shanshan. If she doesn't give us wine to drink, I will never let you go." Hong Tian pointed at Wu Fanyou and Zhang Jinguo with an angry look on his face and scolded them.