Li Chengye felt that he was being criticized for no apparent reason: "I didn't say anything about you, why are you so anxious?"
Chen Zhou solved the mystery for him: "He is my father."
Li Chengye was stunned: "Ah, you are Shen Yuebai's father, then I asked you, why didn't you tell me!
You are the father, shouldn't you have the seat at the top?"
The custom in the village is that when someone from the bride's family comes, they will sit at the table to show respect.
These words also indirectly indicate that Shen Yuebai is a son-in-law who comes to live with his family. When the man's father comes, he should sit at the table.
This was the last thing Shen Dazhu wanted to hear. His face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't need it."
Li Chengye was completely bewildered: "Isn't this the custom here?"
Shen Dazhu: “…”
It’s the custom of God stepping on a horse, he wants to overturn the table!
Xu Xiaoyao had been busy. When she finished serving the dishes, she saw Li Chengye there and was slightly startled: "Why are you here?"
Li Chengye asked in return: "Why can't I be here?"
Xu Xiaoyao: “…”
What he said made so much sense that it was impossible to refute it.
…
Old Mrs. Xu’s estimate was very accurate.
All the guests added up to exactly ten tables.
Although the time was short, the banquet went well.
Eight dishes.
Each portion was very filling.
But once it was served, it was swept away.
Li Chengye was dumbfounded: "Oh my god, is this the reincarnation of a starving ghost?"
Seeing that he hadn't picked up any food yet, Chen Zhou reminded him, "If you don't pick up any food now, it will be gone."
Li Chengye finally reacted: "Yes, yes——"
He just stretched out his chopsticks when the last piece of braised pork was taken away by Shen Dazhu. He looked at him angrily: "Why are you like this? You must be taking revenge!"
Shen Dazhu stuffed it in one bite, his mouth full of oil, and even exclaimed in praise: "It's delicious, so delicious. I wonder where the chef hired this?"
Li Chengye gritted his teeth: "You..."
As soon as he said a word, he saw Wang Bo appear at the door.
His hands were tied, and because he had no belt on his pants, they fell down as he walked, revealing his torn red shorts.
The miniature Ding Ding was curled up into a ball, so small that it could not be seen at all.
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