Ning Zhiyuan was taken aback, then picked up a large shrimp and put it into Sang Feiyu's bowl. He looked up at everyone and said, "Everyone, please eat quickly and don't be shy."
Only then did the others pick up their chopsticks and reach for the dishes in front of them.
"Hey, where's the wine?"
"Battalion Commander Ning, this is not right of you. How can you invite guests to dinner without wine?" Liang Zhian said with a reproachful look.
Apart from Wu Xiufen's two sons who continued eating with their heads down, everyone else's expressions froze.
People in the military region all know that their Fujian Provincial Military Region is on the front line against Taiwan, with a tight military deployment and a focus on coastal defense and amphibious operations.
Even after the start of the major movement, other military regions gradually became involved in local government agencies, but the Fujian Provincial Military Region, due to its heavy combat readiness tasks, did not undergo significant changes in terms of either systems or management.
Previously, one of their sentries drank alcohol on his shift and became drowsy during his duty, which allowed hostile elements to break in, resulting in fifteen deaths and one injury. After that, their military region made it a rule that as long as a person is in the military region, he cannot drink a drop of alcohol.
Ning Zhiyuan lowered his eyes, his tone carrying a faint question, "Our military region prohibits alcohol, doesn't Deputy Battalion Commander Liang know that?"
Liang Zhian disagreed, "Today is Battalion Commander Ning's big day. How can it be a celebration if we don't drink?"
Listening to Liang Zhian's barbed words, Sang Feiyu slowly replied, "Deputy Battalion Commander Liang, it seems you've gotten the wrong information."
"We are hosting a banquet today, but not a wedding banquet."
“Political Commissar Feng, Sister Wu, Director Wen, and Sister Lan, who were present, have all helped us before. We thought we would hold a thank-you banquet as a way to warm up our new home.”
Liang Zhian put down his chopsticks. "Is your question, sister-in-law, that you're blaming me for not helping you but instead coming to freeload?"
Suddenly, the tension at the dinner table escalated, and none of the adults were in the mood to eat.
Sang Feiyu smiled slightly, "Deputy Battalion Commander Liang, you said it yourself, it has nothing to do with me."
Liang Zhian's smile had just faded when he heard Sang Feiyu's next words, and his smile immediately twisted to one side in anger.
"But at least you have some self-awareness."
Although not many.
Ning Zhiyuan's lips curled up slightly, while the other adults held back their laughter.
Sang Feiyu acted as if nothing had happened, urging everyone to eat, "Just make yourself at home, don't be shy."
As she spoke, she placed a large crab on Wu's plate, saying, "Wu's sister, I'm so grateful for your help today. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to prepare so many dishes by myself."
"And Sister Lan, you should eat more too."
"Director Wen, this meatball soup is delicious, you should try it."
"Political Commissar Feng, I heard from Zhiyuan that you helped apply for the family compound. Thank you so much."
Political Commissar Feng quickly waved his hand, "You're welcome."
The others were flattered, but Liang Zhian looked a little embarrassed.
Sang Feiyu ignored him, chatting and laughing with the others, but remained silent towards him.
Liang Zhian didn't actually eat much; whenever he was in a bad mood, he had a poor appetite.
"It seems that I, Liang, am superfluous here."
"Since I'm not welcome here, I'll leave."
Just as Ning Zhiyuan was about to say something, he heard Sang Feiyu reply, "Then you'll be on your way. I won't see you off."
Liang Zhian's face turned pale and then red, as all sorts of unpleasant images flashed through his mind. It felt as if something was choking his chest, and although his mouth was half-open, he couldn't utter a single word.
Everyone stared at him, silently feeling embarrassed for him.
At the same time, they admired Sang Feiyu's audacity; he was unrestrained when making fun of people.
They couldn't do that. Even though they were already fed up with Liang Zhian, they still maintained amicable relations on the surface to avoid direct conflict.
Liang Zhian snorted coldly, turned his face away, and left!
Political Commissar Feng was about to say a few words of advice when Wu Xiufen stuffed a crab into his mouth, saying, "Eat more and talk less."
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