She was full of confidence before going out, but when she saw the other person's face, she felt uneasy at all.
As soon as the dishes were served, Fu Jingchen put all of them into her bowl, and soon they were piled up into a small hill with a bulging roof.
Jiang Yuman quickly declined and was eating when she suddenly felt a gaze that was hard to ignore beside her.
When I turned around, Tian Minjing just looked away.
After dinner, Political Commissar Zhuo asked the aunt to bring bird's nest to the younger generations, giving each of them a bowl.
Xiao Yi also has a copy.
"Mom, it's not sweet, you drink it." Fu Siyi was not used to the taste, and frowned after taking a sip.
Jiang Yuman had no choice but to help him drink it as such a good thing could not be wasted.
Zhuo's two eldest grandsons knew this was good stuff and drank it with frowns on their faces. Youyou was about the same as Xiaoyi, and in the end, Zhang Yurong finished most of the remaining half.
Among the wives in the place, except myself, all the others had bird's nest to drink.
On the surface, Tian Minjing was chatting and laughing with others, but in fact, she was in a very bad mood.
It was her first time visiting the Zhuo family, and on such a special day, yet she wasn't even given any special treatment. Even Jiang Yuman, an outsider, was allowed to drink, but she, the new bride, wasn't given any.
At this moment, Tian Minjing seemed to have forgotten that Jiang Yuman and Zhang Yurong drank because they didn't want to waste it. She only remembered that she didn't eat anything good.
However, even though she felt uncomfortable, she still had some brains and knew that she shouldn't make a fuss at this time.
With a decent and friendly smile on his face, no one could find fault with him.
A dinner party where everyone enjoyed themselves.
When Tian Minjing left, Political Commissar Zhuo took the initiative to give her a red envelope, a big red envelope.
Tian Minjing's depression vanished as she held the thickness of the red envelope. However, her happiness didn't last long, as Political Commissar Zhuo also gave red envelopes to several younger members, including Zhang Yurong and Jiang Yuman.
"Uncle Zhuo," Jiang Yuman said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "You've been very kind in giving Xiaoyi money. I'm already a grown-up, how can I still have the nerve to accept a red envelope?"
"That's not right,"
Political Commissar Zhuo corrected him cheerfully, "Don't talk about it now. Even if you're in your seventies or eighties, you're still your father's daughter, and my junior."
"As long as I pay you back for one day, you will get one day's lucky money."
After he finished speaking, Qin Dongling also took out the red envelopes. In addition to preparing one for Zhuo's family, he also prepared one for his daughter.
Jiang Yuman never thought that even though she was already a mother, she would still be cared about like a child.
"Mom, yours is thicker." Xiaoyi looked at the red envelope that grandpa prepared for his mother and said loudly.
Jiang Yuman looked down and saw that it was true. Even Xiaoyi could see the difference... the bias was too obvious.
"I'm older than you, and the red envelope is bigger than yours too." Touched, Jiang Yuman deliberately put on a motherly air, "You're still young, give the red envelope to me for safekeeping. I'll give it to you when you grow up."
Mom’s words are like an imperial decree, so Xiaoyi has to obey them obediently.
Zhang Yurong is the same.
Jiang Yuman took a few red envelopes, waved them around like a fan, and winked proudly at Fu Jingchen beside her.
Seeing this, Tian Minjing almost couldn't keep the smile on her face.
After the party was finally over, I returned home and went straight into my room.
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