Chapter 391: Table Chat 3

"Brother Lu, you are so lucky!" Wang Zhengguo couldn't help but say while eating.

Father Lu smiled proudly, "Thanks to you, my dear brother, we are now enjoying the happiness of family life."

Wang Zhengguo glanced at Xi Bao. The little guy was sitting in Feng Qingxue's arms, stretching out his two fat paws towards the bowl of golden pumpkin rice on the table in front of Feng Qingxue. He tried to reach the bowl but couldn't. His saliva dripped down onto his bib. Smelling the aroma of the food, the little guy was so anxious, "Ahhh!"

"Mom has made fish soup for you. Let Dad hold you while I cook noodles for you, okay?"

So, Xibao moved to Lu Jiang's legs without resisting and opened her big round eyes obediently.

When Feng Qingxue got up and went to the kitchen, the little guy in the flowered cotton jumpsuit began to twist and turn, twisting his butt and kicking his legs, not being honest at all. Lu Jiang put his left arm on his soft belly and raised his right hand to toast Lu's father, Wang Zhengguo, and Uncle Xu and his wife, "Uncle, Uncle Xu, let's drink a few cups to promote blood circulation and warm up the body."

Lu Xibao kept slapping Lu Jiang's arm, staring at the wine glass and reaching out to grab it.

"Little fatty, you want to drink? Well, come on, let's have a drink together!" Lu Jiang dipped the tip of his chopsticks in a little wine and tried to lick it for his son who stretched his head out, but was immediately stopped by the elders.

"Xibao, are you also eight months old?" Father Lu stretched out his hands, held his grandson in his arms, and glared at his son fiercely.

Xibao lay in her grandfather's arms, giggling.

Lu Jiang pretended to be angry and said, "Good boy, you deliberately framed your father, didn't you?"

At this time, the little fat boy didn't understand again.

Feng Qingxue walked out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of noodles. Just then she heard a knock on the door and asked hurriedly, "Who is it?"

"Xiaoxue, it's me." Miao Fengqin said outside, "Your younger uncle has left, I'm here to call your older uncle to have dinner."

When saying this, Miao Fengqin had a look on her face as if she had finally been relieved.

"Auntie, it's you!" Feng Qingxue held the bowl in one hand and opened the door with the other. "My uncle is eating at our house. Come in and eat with us. It's not troublesome to go back and cook and eat by yourself."

Lu Jiang heard the voice and came out from the main room, "Yes, Auntie, if you don't mind us eating first, come in and eat with us."

Miao Fengqin waved at the two of them and said with a smile, "I won't go in. I won't eat at your house. I only came to call your uncle after the meal was ready, but he had the nerve to eat here with you. In that case, I'll go back first and take the steamed buns out of the pot. You guys go and eat before they get cold." After saying that, she turned around and left without even entering the door.

Wang Zhengguo felt relieved when he heard his wife outside say that his youngest brother had left.

"What's going on?" Uncle Xu asked with a smile.

Because Wang Zhengguo had always been very nice to Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu, of course, behind the backs of other people in the production team, Uncle Xu was happy to deal with him. After all, the old couple had to rely on his protection.

"Alas, my brother!" Although family disgrace should not be made public, Wang Zhengguo needed everyone to give him advice. In a few words, he explained Wang Zhengjun's purpose. "No matter what, he is my brother. If the family really can't eat, I really can't just ignore it. But the current situation is that they all eat commercial grain and are thinking about the reserve grain in my production team!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

(End of this chapter)