Song Qi'an wanted to explain further, but Zhou Meimei came in and called Zhou Sui away.
Sometimes Song Qi'an suspected that Zhou Meimei was doing it on purpose, that she couldn't stand him being alone with Zhou Sui.
The hot pot officially started at 5 p.m. Considering that there were elderly people present, Zhou Sui's hot pot was divided into clear broth and spicy broth.
This clear broth hot pot also includes mushroom hot pot and pork bone hot pot.
The fire underneath was burning brightly, and the snow-white broth was bubbling away, smelling incredibly delicious.
When everyone took their seats, they spontaneously divided into several groups. The men, who wanted to drink, sat together.
The women, wanting to chat, sat together, while the remaining children naturally sat in one place.
Zhou Dawu brought over a pot of sorghum liquor from home and poured a bowl for everyone at the table. When he got to Zhou Dayong, Zhou Dayong covered his bowl.
"I won't drink it. I'll just have some of the kids' drinks later."
He always remembered his promise to his daughter that he would never drink again.
"Dayong, we're all here, aren't you going to have a drink with us?" Zhao Wenbing picked up the wine, took a sniff, and his eyes narrowed from the aroma.
"Da Wu will have a couple of drinks with you guys, I can't drink anymore." Zhou Dayong didn't want to be too explicit, but fortunately Zhou Da Wu understood what his brother was thinking. He picked up his wine and went to find Zhao Wenbing. Old Master Zhao drank, which immediately changed the subject.
Everyone had already started eating when Zhao Xinfeng suddenly noticed something. "Brother, what are you doing here?"
Everyone at the table had their eyes on Song Qi'an, who was serving soup to Zhou Sui. Despite all those eyes on him, he didn't blush or skip a beat.
Finally, she helped Zhou Sui place the bowl in front of her and carefully instructed her, "Be careful, it's hot. Drink it with a spoon." Her tone was as if she were talking to a child.
Zhou Sui didn't have the same mental fortitude as Song Qi'an, because Song Qi'an was sitting right next to her, and she even felt like everyone was watching her.
"If I'm not here, where am I?" Song Qi'an, the person in question, showed no discomfort whatsoever, serving the dishes as they were served and eating them as they were eaten.
“No.” Zhao Xinfeng turned to look behind him. “You have to go to my dad’s table.”
"Even Brother Zhou Peng has been called over, why are you still sitting here?"
The people at this table are all students, along with two girls who neither drink nor chat.
Someone like Song Qi'an, who started working at a young age and is a master at drinking, is a role model for children and shouldn't be sitting at the children's table.
In Zhao Xinfeng's memory, ever since Song Qi'an returned from the army, whenever there was a dinner party that required separate tables, he would always sit at the adults' table.
"Shut up and eat your food properly." Song Qi'an had his own thoughts. What's the point of eating with a bunch of grown men? It's only delicious when you're next to Sui Sui.
No sooner had he finished talking about Zhao Xinfeng than he whispered to Zhou Sui what she wanted to eat.
Zhou Sui felt she had endured too much that day, and she was having a hard time getting used to Song Qi'an's enthusiasm.
"No need, I'll get it for myself if I want to eat it."
After saying that, she felt something was wrong. This was clearly her own home, and she should be the one entertaining Song Qi'an. How did she end up being the one in charge?
She dared not engage with Song Qi'an any longer, feeling that his words were full of traps, so she turned to greet Zhou Meimei.
"Sister Xiaomei, how's the hot pot today?"
Zhou Meimei shoved a piece of vegetable covered in chili peppers into her mouth, chewing it vigorously with a resentful look in her eyes.
Just as she finished swallowing her food and was about to speak, she turned her head and saw Song Qi'an serving food to Zhou Sui. Zhou Sui thanked him softly, and Song Qi'an looked at her with tenderness.
Zhou Meimei's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she picked up another piece of vegetable covered in chili oil and put it in her mouth.
Chen Jiazhen, who was sitting opposite her, saw this and quickly said, "Xiaomei, eat less spicy food, or you'll complain of a sore throat again."
Zhou Meimei acted as if she hadn't heard anything, and ate until her nose was practically steaming.
"Sister Xiaomei, isn't the clear broth version delicious?" Zhou Sui poured some drink into her cup. Last time they ate hot pot, Zhou Meimei ate mostly the clear broth version because she couldn't handle spicy food very well.
Zhou Meimei sniffed, her lips red, "Sui Sui, I feel so uncomfortable."
"Huh?" Zhou Sui asked, confused. "Where do you feel unwell? Did you eat something too spicy and upset your stomach?"
Zhou Meimei looked at her cousin's pretty face with a resentful gaze, her slightly swollen lips opening and closing.
"Because I discovered something incredible."
"Hmm?" Zhou Sui asked while scooping soup with a spoon.
Zhou Meimei suddenly moved closer to her and whispered in her ear, "The man I like has someone he likes."
"Cough cough cough." Zhou Sui coughed several times, choking on the soup she had just put in her mouth.
Song Qi'an, who had been watching Zhou Sui closely, quickly took the spoon from her hand, handed her a tissue, and even patted her back.
Zhou Sui coughed twice and was fine; she was more focused on what Zhou Meimei was saying.
"Sister Xiaomei, what are you talking about?" How come she didn't know who Zhou Meimei liked? And who likes whom?
She's been going to the store quite frequently lately, so why haven't we heard anything from her?
"Sigh." Zhou Meimei sighed, her eyes lingering on Song Qi'an, who was busy running around next to Zhou Sui.
"You'll find out later." She was feeling terrible right now and didn't want to say anything.
No one is more miserable than her, right now all she can do is channel her grief and anger into her appetite.
Zhou Sui found Zhou Meimei's words incoherent and completely baffled.
Over there, Song Qi'an ultimately couldn't escape the call of the adult table. When he got up, he made a point of telling Zhou Sui.
Zhou Sui looked at him helplessly, "Don't worry, this is my home, I won't go hungry. You don't need to worry about me, go on over there."
Seeing this, Zhao Xinfeng snorted, "I never thought my brother would be so kind. He doesn't seem to care about his younger brother at all."
Song Qi'an immediately raised his fist, "Are you asking for a beating again?"
Zhao Xinfeng immediately backed down, shrinking his neck and remaining silent.
Zhou Meimei said something strange, "Little brother, you don't understand. The adult world is very complicated."
She glanced meaningfully at Song Qi'an, whose eyes sharpened. Zhou Meimei didn't dare to say anything and lowered her head to pick up some food.
The atmosphere at the table only started to liven up after Song Qi'an left.
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