The spilled contents could fill at least three small bowls.
All eyes turned to Song Ruier, and people began to whisper among themselves.
"Song Ruier is still hiding things in her sleeves. Is she not full? The Qiao family makes such a large portion of wine."
"Yes, even if we haven't had a good meal in a long time, we still can't finish it. How big is this child's appetite?"
"The Qiao family said that if we can't finish it, we can take it home to avoid waste. Hiding it in our sleeves probably means we want to eat it secretly without the adults knowing."
"Exactly, this child is too selfish and too cunning."
"However, since Song Ruier can't go home these days, it's understandable that she might hide a few things, haha."
Being ridiculed by so many people, Song Ruier stood there, clenching her fists, her face turning pale and then red.
He originally thought he was superior to the Song family, but now he finds himself just like everyone else in the Song family, facing judgment and gossip from the public.
For a moment, Song Ruier felt like dying.
He just wanted to leave as soon as possible, and with his head down, he tried to leave in a hurry. Song Lao Er strode over, grabbed him, and slapped him across the face.
"You restless little bastard, you think you can hide in the mountains for a few days? Your own father is useless, and your own mother doesn't want you anymore. You can only obediently serve your father. If you have any other thoughts, I'll take your life."
"Did you remember?"
Song Ruier nodded with tears in her eyes.
"Come here," Song Lao Er shouted, sitting down on a stool.
Song Ruier obediently walked to his side.
Old Song placed his hands on his lap, adopting a dignified and proper sitting posture.
"I've finished eating, now give me a shoulder and back massage."
Song Ruier had no choice but to do as she was told.
"Not enough force, increase the pressure."
Song Lao Er looked around and laughed: "This is what you call a son being filial to his father. Who says I don't have a son? Others raise their own sons and I just pick them up. Isn't that great?"
Everyone got bored and stopped paying attention to him, continuing to eat and drink.
The Song family had almost finished eating when they realized that three people were missing from their home.
"Grandma, Mom, Second Aunt, where did they go? They're not at the other tables either." Song Daming looked around, a puzzled expression on his face.
"They must have eaten and gone home by now," Song Xiaohua said.
“Who would share a table with them and eat like a sow?” The eldest son of the Song family knew his family’s character very well: “Even if they ate at another table, they wouldn’t leave so early.”
Song Lao Er frowned.
"Dahua, go to their house and see if they're there."
When Song Dahua returned from her trip back to the Song family home, her expression was a little off.
“They never went home. When they left, I used a wooden stick to prop the door open. That stick is still there, and the lock has never been opened.”
The Song family members looked at each other in bewilderment.
Song Ruier spoke up: "When I first arrived, I heard Grandma say that she was going to find Miss Guan, set rules for Miss Guan, and ask Miss Guan to reinstate me—Song Laosan—to my original position. I'm afraid I've offended someone."
He was secretly pleased that three people had gotten into trouble, because that would mean fewer people bossing him around. Ideally, the entire Song family would be dead, leaving only him, so that everything would be his and he wouldn't have to live in constant unease.
That's why he's only saying it now.
The faces of several people changed.
Song Daming muttered, "It's over, it's over. How dare they lecture Miss Guan? Aren't they jumping into a fire pit?"
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