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Chapter 158 I move chopsticks first, that's the rule

After the wedding ceremony ended, the hotel service staff began to use a huge dining car to serve food to hundreds of tables.

The food is served in a particular order, starting from the table near the stage and working backwards.

When Murong Qiuyu, Wan Binghua and other people at the table had already started changing cups and eating the dishes, Han Jiulin began to serve the dishes.

On the stage, the host Guo Wenfeng said a toast and then handed the stage over to artists from the same company.

Six women wearing ancient gauze dresses walked out one after another. This was a Chinese-style women's band that is very famous in Linyi City. They used guzheng, erhu, pipa and other musical instruments to play the joyful famous song "Feng Qiuhuang" live.

The atmosphere was extremely lively for a while.

Seeing that several exquisite cold dishes had been served, the five or six people sitting together stared at Xue Haotian and Ding Yao.

These people are all relatively well-known figures in Linyi City, and each of them is a CEO of a large company. One of them is the head of a third-rate family in Linyi City.

However, Xue Haotian and Ding Yao did not move their chopsticks, but they absolutely did not dare to move their chopsticks.

There is a lot of culture on the Chinese dining table. At a table, it is a common rule that the elders, leaders, and people with high status should use chopsticks first.

Xue Haotian and Ding Yao, one is the president of Crown Commercial Bank and the other is the president of Sijiqing. In Linyi City, except for the four major families, there are few people who dare not sell their face.

Therefore, these people were waiting for the two of them to use their chopsticks first.

They are all respectable and wealthy people. No one will really salivate over the delicacies on the table. The rules must not be missed.

However, what these people didn't expect was that before Xue Haotian and Ding Yao used their chopsticks first, Han Jiulin picked up a piece of pumpkin and purple sweet potato balls and put it in Qin Linxi's bowl.

Han Jiulin said to Qin Linxi as if there was no one around, "I remember that you love this dish."

Qin Linxi smiled slightly and gave Han Jiulin a piece of crispy roast duck with exquisite carvings around it, including a plate of birds facing the phoenix.

"You eat too."

Roast duck is a delicacy in the capital. Han Jiulin was born in the capital. Although he hates the Han family in the capital, he has always been fond of this delicacy.

Qin Linxi also knew this very well.

A slightly obese middle-aged man looked at the two of them with a look of concern on his face: "You two young people are too unruly."

Han Jiulin raised his eyes slightly and glanced at this person: "What are the rules?"

The middle-aged man gestured: "I don't know who you are, but at this table, we are all your elders in terms of age.

In terms of reputation, Master Xue and Master Ding are both famous figures.

No matter what happens, it won’t be your turn to use the chopsticks first, right?”

There was a teaching tone in his mouth.

It's like an older man who sees an ignorant young man and naturally scolds him.

Han Jiulin smiled faintly, took the burgundy crispy roast duck with skin into his mouth, chewed it, and looked at Xue Haotian and Ding Yao.

He asked lightly: "Master Xue, Master Ding, at this dinner table, I use the chopsticks first. Is it in compliance with the rules?"

He ignored the middle-aged man and asked Xue and Ding directly, with a hint of disdain.

This made the middle-aged man's face become even more gloomy.

Ding Yao took the lead and said with a smile: "On this table, if Mr. Han doesn't use the chopsticks first, how can I dare to eat? This is a matter of course!"

Xue Haotian glanced at the middle-aged man and warned: "Mr. Meng, please stop saying a few words. When dining at the same table with Mr. Han, it's best to keep silent and just eat your meal quietly."

The middle-aged man surnamed Meng's expression changed, and he felt a little frightened by the strange attitudes of these two leaders of the underground forces.

Because they were far away from the entrance of the hall, they had not seen Han Jiulin slap Bai Liqing before, and they really couldn't figure out who this young man was.

However, there are not many fools who can sit here and eat. The middle-aged man surnamed Meng naturally realized that Han Jiulin's background was extraordinary.

His face immediately turned red and he closed his mouth.

Han Jiulin looked at the middle-aged man surnamed Meng with a half-smile, eating food and watching the performance on the stage.

In his heart, he was vaguely looking forward to the fact that the girl who danced solo for him by the river like an elf yesterday would perform the finale on the stage later.

"Dad!" At this moment, a girl walked over quickly.

The middle-aged man surnamed Meng looked back and waved: "Nina, the banquet has just started. Come over here, dad has reserved a seat for you."

Meng Nina came over quickly, sat on the empty chair next to the middle-aged man named Meng, stuck out her tongue and said: "After I finished my hair, there was a traffic jam on the road, so I came a little late.

Dad, do you think my new hair is beautiful?"

"Very beautiful."

The middle-aged man surnamed Meng smiled fondly and said, "I thought you wouldn't come. Just come over, meet people, have a wedding drink, and you won't be alone at home with your thoughts."

A few days ago, Liu Fengsheng held an auction banquet at the Sofitel Hotel, and also invited a middle-aged man named Meng.

He left temporarily because of something, but he didn't expect that an accident happened at the dinner, and his daughter was also slapped.

Although he was fine, he saw with his own eyes that the son of the Guo family, Guo Zhelin, was brutally killed. He was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.

In the past few days, my daughter almost suffered a neurasthenia and locked herself at home alone, refusing to go anywhere.

The middle-aged woman surnamed Meng has also been worried for a few days. Fortunately, she finally went out today and had her hair done. It seems that she has recovered a lot.

With a slight smile, the middle-aged man surnamed Meng introduced everyone at the same table to Meng Nina: "Nina, come here, let me introduce these uncles to you.

This is Master Xue, this is Master Ding, and these others are all well-known bosses in Linyi City..."

Meng Nina smoothed her hair, raised her head, and addressed Xue Haotian and others one by one with a subtle smile: "Uncle Xue, Uncle Ding..."

Turning his head, he suddenly froze.

Because she saw Han Jiulin.

Han Jiulin was staring at her with a half-smile.

The middle-aged man surnamed Meng hesitated and introduced: "This is...Mr. Han."

Although he didn't know who Han Jiulin was, since even Xue Haotian and Ding Yao respected him three points, it was not easy to offend the middle-aged man named Meng, so he called Mr. Han and introduced him to his daughter.

However, she never thought that after Meng Nina was stunned, she suddenly became frightened, screamed, and fell down from the chair in fright!

"ah!"

"Nina, what's wrong with you?" The middle-aged man surnamed Meng didn't know why. He helped Meng Nina up and asked with concern.

Meng Nina pointed at Han Jiulin, opened her mouth and said in horror: "It was him, it was he who killed Guo Zhelin, it was he who tore off Guo Zhelin's head!

Devil, devil!"

As soon as he said this, the guests at several tables around him were all shocked!

Some people think that Meng Nina is crazy and talking nonsense, who can twist off a person's head?

After all, let alone a human head, even a chicken head is not that easy to twist off.

Those who had heard about what happened at the auction dinner night stared at Han Jiulin with fearful eyes.

The middle-aged man surnamed Meng looked at Han Jiulin, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Is he the one who beat you?"
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