Chapter 257 What kind of scene is this?
What a scene this is!
Lou Hongjian gripped his chopsticks, barely daring to breathe, his eyes fixed on the rice bowl in front of him, but his peripheral vision kept scanning his surroundings.
Today, Lou Dashuai finally got his wish and had Mao Mao sit next to him.
Normally, when Mao Mao is at home, she sits at the end of the long table, either with her brothers or with her wives, and rarely lets Lou Dashuai succeed.
But today was different. He acted quickly, first arranging for Mao Mao to sit in the seat next to him. Then, things became much more convenient.
His deep voice rang out from time to time in the private room: "Come on, Mao Mao, eat this."
"Thank you, Dad."
"Come on, Mao Mao, try this one too."
"Mmm!"
"Hey, Mao Mao... Hey, Mao Mao is serving food to Daddy, thank you Mao Mao."
"Dad, you're welcome!"
Since it hasn't been long since Lou Dashuai gave his speech on stage, he is currently the person Mao Mao admires the most.
For some reason, everyone ate in complete silence today, not even making a sound while chewing. So, the only sounds in the private room were the father and daughter talking intimately.
Lou Hongjian had just picked up a peanut when he heard a soft cough to clear his throat. His hand trembled, and the peanut fell into the bowl.
With a soft clinking sound, Lou Yansui, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him.
Lou Hongjian thought to himself: It's coming!
"These fried shrimp balls are quite good," Nie Zhengyun said with a smile. "Miss Mao Mao, would you like to try some?"
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao raised her little head and looked over with bright, sparkling eyes.
Soon, Nie Zhengyun turned the plate containing fried shrimp balls to her.
Mao Mao held up the spoon, trembling as she tried to scoop it up. But the shrimp balls were fried to a golden brown and round shape. When the spoon reached out, the shrimp balls were pushed away and slid around in a circle on the plate. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't scoop them up. Mao Mao was so anxious that she spun around in circles, and the little tufts on her head were almost standing on end.
"Mao Mao, Daddy will help you."
Lou Dashuai easily picked up the shrimp ball and put it into her small bowl.
"Phew~" Mao Mao immediately relaxed and happily began to enjoy the shrimp balls.
"Mao Mao, what else would you like to eat? Dad will get it for you." Lou Dashuai glanced at someone, "Dad will sit next to you, it'll be very convenient."
While eating shrimp balls, Mao Mao mumbled, "Mmm, good Daddy."
Nie Zhengyun said calmly, "When I eat something delicious, I want to share it with Miss Mao Mao. After all, Miss Mao Mao is my good friend. Good friends should share these things."
“That’s right.” Shen Zhaolin chuckled and turned the plate in front of him around. “Mao Mao, this duck is delicious too, you should try it.”
"Thank you, Uncle."
Mao Mao ate duck again.
That's right, good friends should share with each other.
After eating fried shrimp balls and duck, she enthusiastically pushed the table, sharing her favorite dishes with her friends: "Uncle, you should eat too."
Nie Zhengyun smiled and thanked her, picked up the dish in front of her, took a bite, and praised, "As expected of Miss Mao Mao's choice, the taste is really good."
Shen Zhaolin: "Mmm, delicious!"
Many more pairs of chopsticks were then extended from the side, and each person picked up one chopstick. By the time the plate was returned to Lou Dashuai, it was already empty.
Commander Lou: "..."
After eating the vegetables, Mao Mao gulped down her beverage.
Soon, her cup was empty.
Mao Mao held the glass and looked longingly to the side.
Before the waiter could make a move, just as Lou Dashuai looked around, Nie Zhengyun got up, picked up a pitcher of orange juice from the side table, and walked around half the private room to reach Mao Mao's side.
He bowed slightly and filled Mao Mao's glass with a drink.
Mao Mao obediently thanked him, "Thank you, Uncle."
"You're welcome," Nie Zhengyun said with a smile. "It's my honor to be able to help Miss Mao Mao."
Commander Lou: "..."
Lou Dashuai gave a forced smile, half-embracing his youngest daughter in a protective gesture: "There are waiters at the restaurant, so you don't need to do it yourself."
Nie Zhengyun: "Hehe, I was just doing it on a whim."
He put the orange juice back in its place and sat back down in his seat.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Mao Mao's two friends were sitting at the other end of the large round table, in the positions furthest from Mao Mao.
However, this did not stop the two from showering Mao Mao with attention.
Lou Dashuai clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.
If I had known, I shouldn't have let those two stay!
After drinking the orange juice, Shen Zhaolin asked, "Mao Mao, where do you want to go this afternoon?"
"Play?"
Mao Mao raised her little head from her rice bowl with bright, sparkling eyes.
Shen Zhaolin: "Although the dragon boat races in the morning have ended, there are other races in the afternoon, as well as duck catching. There will also be a temple fair during the Dragon Boat Festival, so it will definitely be very lively outside."
Mao Mao listened with longing: "Mao Mao wants to go."
"Haha, after we have lunch, we'll head towards the temple fair... By the way, would you like to fly a kite?"
"Kite?"
“My third uncle can make them,” Shen Zhuoying interjected from the side. “His kites are so beautiful, both pretty and fun.”
Mao Mao's attention was completely drawn to it: "Flying a kite?"
"Chuoying is too much of an exaggeration." Shen Zhaolin waved his hand and laughed, "My kite-making skills are only average, but I can draw any pattern you want for you."
Lou Hongjian interjected, "Mao Mao, I can draw too. Your brother is a famous painter in Haicheng!"
Shen Zhaolin: "I have also had the privilege of viewing the Third Young Master's paintings. They are full of intense emotions and quite ingenious, truly works of art."
Shen Zhuoying said hurriedly, "That's different. That's a Western painting. My third uncle paints traditional Chinese paintings. Mao Mao, my third uncle can paint you a little magpie!"
Mao Mao's eyes sparkled, and her sweet little voice rose happily: "Little magpie!"
Little magpie, isn't that Mao Mao?
Why don't you draw Mao Mao on a kite?
Not only Mao Mao, but even the ladies were intrigued.
But seeing Lou Dashuai's expression, they wisely refrained from agreeing.
Nie Zhengyun smiled and said, "Flying kites? I haven't done it in a long time. Can I join you?"
Mao Mao generously said, "Uncle, you'll come and play too!"
Shen Zhaolin laughed and said, "When it comes to having fun, the more people there are, the more lively it is."
Nie Zhengyun: "Then I'll send someone to buy kites right away."
As he spoke, he gave one of his men a look, and the man immediately left.
Watching these people decide on the afternoon's itinerary in just a few words, Lou Dashuai was speechless.
Lou Dashuai, who was always excluded from going out, was speechless.
Seeing his father's darkening expression out of the corner of his eye, Lou Hongjian silently stuffed peanuts into his mouth.
He'll just say it, won't he?
Fortunately, he wasn't the only one who came today.
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