"It's just a meal together, why are you all making such a fuss?" Old Yang asked.
At this moment, Sister-in-law Yang brought in Long Xiaocai with dishes, each carrying a tray with two dishes on top. Long Xiaocai, carrying a plate in her hand, walked in with a smile.
Seeing so many people standing there staring at each other, the two of them were also a little surprised.
Long Xiaocai glanced at Meng Xinian, smiled slightly, bypassed Sister-in-law Chen, placed the dishes on the table, and then said to Meng Xinian, "Great Officer Meng, I personally made these two dishes. I offended you before, please don't mind. Later, I'll drink three toasts to you with soft drinks instead of wine. Let's leave it at that, shall we?"
Meng Xinian's face darkened.
Hearing her speak, he pursed his thin lips tightly, didn't say a word, and instead, took three steps back, putting some distance between them.
Then he called toward the kitchen.
"Honey, I need you to handle this."
