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As soon as Ning Zhiyuan returned, he saw the crab roe noodles on the table, emitting an enticing aroma.
He quickly put down the military water bottle, washed his hands, and started eating!
"I was so hungry when I came back from grocery shopping today that I ate lunch first. You can finish these crab roe noodles by yourself."
Sang Feiyu left the two plates of crab roe noodles that her grandfather had given her to Ning Zhiyuan, while her lunch was the eight-treasure duck. She only ate half of it and was already full to the point of being stuffed.
Ning Zhiyuan ate without looking up. "Wife, how about I cook crab roe noodles for everyone tonight?"
Sang Feiyu felt a little guilty. "I'm worried there won't be enough crab roe. Let's see what Sister Wu plans to do."
"Uh-huh!"
"I'll try to come back early this afternoon to help."
At 2:30 p.m., Wu Xiufen had just arrived when Sun Lan arrived right after her.
"Hey, Sister Lan, don't you have to go to work this afternoon?"
Sang Feiyu originally thought she would arrive in the evening.
"The head chef said, how can you just bring people along when you go to someone else's restaurant?"
"So he gave me half a day off to come and help out," Sun Lan explained.
It's all thanks to Ning Zhiyuan. In the past, whenever she asked for leave, the head chef would grumble and complain for ages before finally agreeing.
With their help, the food preparation was completed quickly.
Next comes the cooking process.
Sun Lan was in charge of starting the fire, Wu Xiufen was in charge of cooking, and Sang Feiyu stood there, ready at any time.
“Xiaoyu, you don’t need to stand here and wait. I’ll call you if I need anything,” Wu Xiufen said.
"No, today is our family's banquet for guests. How can we let you all work here while I stay alone in the living room?"
Sang Feiyu does have this much awareness.
Wu Xiufen had no choice but to shake her head with a smile.
As evening approached, all the dishes were served one after another, and almost everyone had arrived.
Wen Nuan looked apologetic. "Comrade Sang, I had something to do today and couldn't make it to help."
"This is just a small token of my appreciation, please take it."
As she spoke, she took out a small red envelope and stuffed it into Sang Feiyu's hand. Sang Feiyu was so startled that she quickly took two steps back. "We're just having a meal with a friend so we can get to know each other. We don't accept gifts."
Wen Nuan was surprised, "Isn't today's meal a wedding banquet?"
“There is wine, but it’s not wedding wine; we don’t plan to have a wedding banquet,” Sang Feiyu explained.
She then gestured for everyone to sit down, saying, "It's just simple food, please don't mind."
"Such a lavish meal, and it's just simple fare?"
"It seems your sister-in-law used to eat quite well."
Everyone turned to look at Liang Zhian, who had entered at some unknown time. Sang Feiyu subconsciously looked at Ning Zhiyuan; they hadn't invited him!
Liang Zhian walked in on his own. "Battalion Commander Ning, I heard you're hosting a banquet today. I came uninvited. You don't mind, do you?"
The expressions on the other people's faces instantly turned a little strange. Usually, people would deliberately avoid visiting each other during mealtimes. Who would just show up at someone's house to freeload a meal?
"No problem, Deputy Battalion Commander Liang, please have a seat."
Ning Zhiyuan gave his seat to Liang Zhian, and Sang Feiyu quickly went out to borrow a stool.
When hosting a dinner party, there's always a fixed number of people, and everything needed is prepared in advance.
When hosting a dinner party, it's usually made clear whether it's the whole family, an individual, or a couple.
Sang Feiyu had considered the possibility of someone bringing people over, so she prepared extra bowls and chopsticks, but forgot to borrow two extra stools.
Ning Zhiyuan took the stool and sat down next to Liang Zhian, while Sang Feiyu sat on his other side.
No one touched their chopsticks. Seeing this, Sang Feiyu quickly said, "Please help yourselves to whatever you like to eat, don't be shy."
Ning Zhiyuan knew that in this kind of occasion, the host should eat first before the guests would take food. So he picked up his chopsticks, intending to give Sang Feiyu a shrimp, but before he could even touch the shrimp, it was taken by someone else.
The atmosphere at the scene instantly became subtle.
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