Unable to withstand Wenquan Xin's "complaints," Old Zhao finally gave the order to start the meal after his second toast.
It had been a long time since they had such an enthusiastic gathering; both Old Lin and Old Xu were quite indulgent today.
The drinks were being opened one after another, and the peanuts and sunflower seeds came in bag after bag.
There was no need for any careful planning or rationed supplies today. In short, the motto was: as long as it's satisfying.
"Oh, Old Zhao, you're not being fair. How come the dishes never tasted as good as they do today before? You're showing favoritism! But never mind, now that Nana is here, let's see you... hey, where's Nana?" Old Lin, a little tipsy, looked around with flushed cheeks.
Old Zhao shook his head with a smile, thinking to himself: Old Lin, you too have your drunken moments.
"Hehe, Nana went to the next table."
