After finishing a braised lion's head meatball with water chestnuts, Lin Xiao turned his attention to the truffle foie gras with French bread.
He'd never eaten this stuff before.
But it looks very expensive.
I don't know if it will taste good.
Li Yaru glanced at Lin Xiao, as if she could read his mind, and moved the plate closer to him.
Then I got one for myself too.
Lin Xiao thanked him, picked up a pastry topped with black truffle, foie gras, and French bread, and began to enjoy it.
Foie gras and truffles are both top-quality ingredients. The melt-in-your-mouth foie gras sauce paired with the unique aroma of truffles and the crispness of French bread is an unforgettable experience.
Lin Xiao's eyes lit up.
It tastes pretty good.
Li Yaru glanced at him and thought to herself, "He certainly knows how to eat."
After thinking for a moment, he moved the steamed grouper in front of his uncle to Lin Xiao.
"Eat," she said.
The uncle quietly gave his sister a thumbs up.
My little sister has matured.
They know they need to win people's hearts.
As long as her position as Madam Feng remains secure, she will enjoy the wealth and honor of the Feng family.
Li Yaru secretly glared at her brother.
She knew what her older brother meant.
But that's not what she meant.
She was simply... sharing food.
Perhaps it was because the child looked like his son, Feng Qi.
Lin Xiao didn't stand on ceremony, thanked him, and started eating earnestly.
The flesh of the grouper is tender, fresh, and flavorful, retaining its original taste, and has few bones.
Everyone else stared in disbelief as he ate.
Although he had a good appetite, his table manners were impeccable.
The more Grandma Feng looked, the more satisfied she became. Her thin lips curled up, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of her eyes.
At this moment, Feng Bairan, Feng Changsong, and an elderly man with white hair and beard walked over.
Feng Bairan beckoned to the young woman who was in charge of guiding the guests, "Xiao Deng, go and get the painting that Lin Xiao gave me, and show it to Old Chen."
Xiao Deng was specifically responsible for registering and storing the gifts for this banquet.
Upon hearing this, she hurriedly ran to an unused room, which was filled with all sorts of gifts.
She took out Lin Xiao's painting, glanced at it, and thought it was quite good, but couldn't really appreciate anything else. She quickly ran back and handed the painting to Old Chen, who was standing nearby.
During the brief wait, Old Chen also noticed Lin Xiao.
Lin Xiao, through Feng Bairan's introduction, had already spoken to Elder Chen.
"Hello, Mr. Chen." Lin Xiao wiped his mouth and bowed slightly to Mr. Chen.
Old Chen was very satisfied with the young man's manners. He took a closer look at Lin Xiao and his eyes widened in surprise.
"They look so alike! He looks exactly like Feng Qi! They should be brothers!"
Feng Bairan, his cheeks flushed from drinking, slurred and laughed, "Yes! Yes! Old Chen, thank goodness I still have him, otherwise I really... I really wouldn't know what to do."
The pain of losing a beloved son in middle age is truly indescribable to outsiders.
Others' words of comfort were ineffective and did nothing to console the couple.
Even the gazes of others can sting his heart.
Feng Bairan doesn't need anyone's sympathy or pity. He just lost his son, but he's not dead, and he's still in his prime!
However, the emptiness in his heart kept him awake all night, tormenting him with insomnia, low spirits, and a poor appetite.
At this moment, Old Chen picked up the painting and examined it carefully.
First, his gaze sharpened.
Then his pupils dilated significantly.
He looked at Lin Xiao, somewhat incredulously, and said, "This...is it really drawn by your own hand?"
Lin Xiao nodded. "Yes."
Old Chen paused for a moment, his white eyebrows furrowed, and said to Feng Bairan, "Bairan, let me borrow this painting for a couple of days to study it, and I'll return it to you later."
Feng Bairan nodded proudly and replied, "No problem, Elder Chen. You can look at it for as long as you like, there's no rush to return it, but just remember to return it to me. After all, it's that kid's kind gesture."
Everyone felt something was strange, but seeing that Old Chen didn't say anything, they kept quiet and didn't ask.
After the banquet, there is an after-party.
The male emcee, sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, held up a microphone and enthusiastically invited everyone to move to the adjacent dance hall.
The emcee said, "Now, we would like to invite a male guest and a female guest to lead the dance for us. Are there any volunteers?"
Logically, it would be most appropriate for Feng Bairan, the birthday celebrant, and his wife Li Yaru to perform the opening dance.
However, Feng Bairan was already too drunk to dance, and Li Yaru was also angry and unwilling to cooperate with her husband, so the opening dance was left vacant.
Feng Bairan patted Lin Xiao on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Xiao, why don't you go up and dance for your father?"
Lin Xiao subtly avoided Feng Bairan, who reeked of alcohol, and said in a low voice, "I won't."
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, the emcee spotted Wei Ruolan in the crowd wearing a dark blue velvet V-neck dress.
His eyes were bright.
He gestured to the lighting technician to shine the light on Wei Ruolan.
A beam of light shone on Wei Ruolan.
Wei Ruolan was taken aback.
In her panic, she glanced in Lin Xiao's direction.
"Beautiful lady, would you please choose a male guest to write a magnificent prelude to our party tonight?"
Everyone turned to look at Wei Ruolan.
A thunderous round of applause erupted.
Lin Xiao looked at Wei Ruolan and saw that she was looking at him.
Grandma Feng gave Lin Xiao a push and whispered, "Good boy, hurry up. Don't let someone else get there first."
Lin Xiao hesitated for a moment.
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