Chapter Fifty-Eight: Don't go too far with the infighting at the dinner table, brothers!
A waiter pushed a cart full of dishes in.
Hot pot is a local specialty, but not everyone can handle the spiciness.
Seeing so many people arrive, Xiaoya and Xiaowu were no longer embarrassed. They picked up their chopsticks and forgot their identities as girls, eating more voraciously than anyone else.
Cheng Letian is a native of the North. Several bowls of ice jelly did not relieve the churning red oil in his stomach, but he still insisted on showing off, saying that he could not back down from eating spicy food in front of the girl.
Professor Huang sipped his tea and chatted with Wen Jing.
"Mr. Wen, I have long admired your name and I have heard of your achievements in the business world."
"Not at all, Professor. You are the real artist. I was fortunate enough to photograph one of your paintings at the Bari charity event."
"Song Nian'an is truly a promising young man; he will surely achieve great things in a few years."
"Professor, you flatter me. My wife still needs your guidance."
[…Oh my god, that's so bureaucratic! You guys can just keep praising each other, don't drag me into this, help!]
The waiter, pushing the dishes in, stumbled upon this scene as soon as he entered. He quickly came over to refill their glasses, glanced at Wen Jing, and asked, "May I cook something now, sir?"
Wen Jing propped his temples up and asked Song Nian'an, "Can we cook now, wife?"
The waiter was shocked; this was really too much.
He quickly added the side dish and didn't say another word.
Song Nian'an couldn't contain her joy; the corners of her mouth slowly curved upwards, and her eyes smiled into crescent moons.
"Let's all eat the pig brain and duck intestines," Song Nian'an said, looking up. "Let's have half of the spicy broth and half of the tomato broth."
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone in the private room shook their heads.
Song Nian'an's expression froze instantly. When she looked up, she saw Cheng Letian's slightly disgusted gaze.
[Seriously? People eat hot pot but don't eat pig brains and duck intestines? Maybe we should just each have a bowl of spicy hot pot!]
"Then, let's cook the spinach and potatoes first."
The professor calmly wiped his hands with a towel without saying anything. Song Nian'an didn't know what people their age liked to eat when having hot pot, so she scanned the QR code on her phone and ordered a few more dishes.
At this moment, the senior student stood up, raised his glass, and filled it with wine.
"No way, no way, don't pull this, senior! Whoever offers the toast will be embarrassed!"
"It's snowing today, and I, in my humble opinion, offer this poem!"
Cheng Letian clapped: "Great!"
[Damn, they even have an idiot as a straight man...]
"As snow falls in early winter, I come from the north, and I often hear of its beauty and splendor."
"Now that we have come to the south and crossed the Yangtze River, we are fortunate to have a professor whose talent surpasses that of the past."
After saying that, he downed the glass of wine in one gulp.
Cheng Letian continued clapping: "Bravo!!!"
"...What a load of rubbish... It's just a meal, is it really that big of a deal?"
"Shh!" Song Nian'an whispered when she saw Cheng Letian's voice was a bit loud, "Keep it down, we're all cultured people, we can't stand your nonsense!"
Another senior student was eager to try, and before two seconds had passed, he also stood up.
Song Nian'an's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. What was this guy up to? Was he starting a drinking culture?
My senior colleague said, "Everyone, please excuse my poor performance."
The senior student took out a piece of paper and a soft-bristled calligraphy brush from his bag.
He held his right wrist with his left hand, gathered his strength, and wrote the poem in one go.
The word "fate".
[OMG...this is so curly!!]
Song Nian'an almost buried his head under the table. These people were so heartless. Beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks onto the table, and his legs trembled involuntarily.
She turned to look at Wen Jing, holding her cup with a malicious smile, clearly wanting to see him make a fool of himself.
Xiaoya and Xiaowu were thoroughly enjoying themselves. They had never attended an academic gathering before, and they never expected it to be a talent show like this. It was truly unique!
What Song Nian'an least expected was his big, goofy good brother.
He drank several bottles of wine by himself, without even toasting the professor, and got himself drunk.
Cheng Letian, his face slightly flushed, stood up.
"I...I'm a rough guy, not very literary, but I...hiccup...I can sing, dance, rap, and...play basketball..."
【........
Everyone: One more, one more!
Cheng Letian: "Then I won't hold back, I'll do a freestyle."
"@!!@#￥#￥%￥#……#￥%#￥@"
Martian language, nobody understands it.
The applause-filled atmosphere group has gone off to perform, so the question is, who will come to support him?
After a few awkward seconds, the professor coughed twice: "This kind of art form is something we older folks should learn more about! It's great!"
In other words, I can't appreciate it.
In the end, the pressure fell on Song Nian'an.
[Damn, why are you looking at me like that? Are you expecting me to show off some talent too? I can't exactly sing Phoenix Legend, can I? That would turn the party into a square dance!]
Song Nian'an stood up amidst the gloating looks from Xiao Ya and Xiao Wu.
He cleared his throat.
Wen Jing quickly picked up his wine glass and stood up. "Everyone, Nian An isn't good with words, so I'm here on his behalf to thank you all for your care along the way. I have a meeting this afternoon, and I'm very happy to have met you all today. I hope we'll have the opportunity to work together in the future."
Everyone raised their glasses, bringing this intense, competitive meeting to a close.
Wen Jing put an arm around Song Nian'an, smiled slightly, and called out softly, "Wife, am I in time?"
Song Nian'an felt that the tone and eyes were so gentle that he was completely intoxicated, more intoxicating than alcohol, and his neck and above turned red.
His heart was pounding, he felt like flowers were blooming, and if he stayed a little longer, he wouldn't be able to resist kissing her.
Song Nian'an said softly, "Honey, you're so good to me."
Wen Jing paid the bill and left with Xiao Wu.
When they left, there were several large bags placed at the door of the private room.
When I opened it, all of them were long black down jackets.
It was prepared by Wen Jing's assistant before he left.
I was in a rush to leave and didn't expect it to snow in the south in November. I was only wearing a light jacket, so this down jacket was a lifesaver.
However, these grown men, wearing down jackets, walking side by side on the street, breathing out hot air as they spoke, looked quite like gangsters.
Little Sprout stood in the middle, like a kidnapped child.
Pedestrians on the street cast sympathetic glances, their eyes conveying a clear message:
Little girl, blink twice if you've been kidnapped!
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