Everyone was talking politely, discussing trivial topics like the weather. After all, they hadn't seen each other for a long time, let alone being so close to each other, so they felt very unfamiliar.
Wen Chenghui was the last one to arrive on time. Even though she was dissatisfied, she did not dare to be absent. After all, the old man still had the greatest authority in this family.
She walked into the dining room with her high heels clacking, threw the car keys in her hand directly on the table, and sat down without even saying hello to anyone else, and started browsing her phone.
It was two or three minutes before six when Wen Ruohai walked in from outside the hall.
As soon as they saw him come in, everyone stood up quickly.
"dad!"
"Father……"
"grandfather."
"Good evening, Grandpa."
"Well, okay, everyone, please sit down." Wen Ruohai nodded slightly with an expression that was indistinguishable from his emotions.
The butler carefully dragged out the chair on the main seat and placed it in a low voice, "Master, please sit down."
"Um."
When Jianwen Ruohai sat down, everyone else followed suit.
The ancestors of the Wen family were once wealthy, and there were military officers who were granted imperial decrees in the family. This was not the case until the generation of Wen Ruohai's grandfather. However, even when the family fell into decline, there were still many rules in the family, so even if the order was given, no one would move until the old man sat down.
Wen Ruohai sat down slowly, glanced around calmly, paused at Wen Chengyi's family, and then said with a normal expression: "Now that everyone is here, let's eat. Lao Li, let your wife and the others serve the dishes."
"Yes, sir."
Butler Chen Li responded respectfully.
Chen Li is nearly 60 years old. He is not tall, very dark and thin. At first glance, he looks like a piece of charcoal. He has been with Wen Ruohai for decades and is quite trusted. Not only is his wife in charge of the Wen family's kitchen, but his son also works in the Wen family's finance department, a high position. Because of these, the Wen family does not look down on him, and the people below him follow his lead.
He walked out with his back straight.
"Wait a minute, Uncle Li." Wen Chengyi shouted.
He walked over carrying a box and grinned, "These are the sugarcane shrimp I brought. Please ask the kitchen to heat them up before serving."
Wen Chengyi remembered that his father liked this, and he has never forgotten it.
The housekeeper frowned, feeling a bit embarrassed: "Third Young Master, the master has long stopped eating food from outside. It's unhygienic and unsafe."
"Don't worry, I made this myself at home."
Wen Chenghui snorted coldly.
She threw her phone aside, poured Wen Ruohai a cup of tea, and said with a forced smile, "You did it yourself? That makes me even more worried."
"Wen Chenghui, what do you mean by this?" Wen Chengyi was a little annoyed.
He has always been carefree and impulsive, and he can never stand excitement.
"What do you mean? It's just what it says on the tin." Wen Chenghui put down the teapot and looked at him sarcastically, "I'm just afraid you'll be 'careless' again like you were back then. If you put something unclean in the food, Dad's old and he can't handle it."
She mentioned the past seemingly unintentionally, and everyone at the table looked unhappy.
Especially Wen Ruohai.
Looking at his third son Wen Chengyi, who looked like his eldest son, his heart sank and his face instantly darkened.
"Stop slandering me here!" Wen Chengyi's face flushed with anger.
"Okay Hui'er, stop talking. Your brother is also very filial."
The old lady sitting next to the old man glanced at her second daughter and then at her third son, and sighed inaudibly. "Alas, the palms and backs of your hands are all made of flesh..."
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