Teng Ziqian nodded, then said with a naive smile.

"You're not full yet?! You've almost eaten your plate! What else do you know besides eating?!"

When Teng Demao heard this, he immediately became furious. As he spoke, he rushed towards his son and raised his palms.

"I'm not hungry anymore, I'm not hungry anymore, isn't it okay if I'm not hungry anymore?!"

Teng Ziqian saw it, shouted, and ran away from me in a hurry in fear.

"They are both sons, so why are they so different?"

Teng Demao looked at his son who was escaping in embarrassment, sighed, and said helplessly, with a bitter look on his face.

...

Song Mansion.

In the study room.

Song Lian sat on the chair and looked at the five poems written by Hu Fei that he had copied on the table. His face was solemn and he couldn't help but nod frequently.

This year's annual banquet is destined to be something he will never forget. Hu Fei's talent is really an eye-opener for him.

Although he was completely defeated, he never held a grudge for it. Instead, he felt happy for the Ming Dynasty and felt that the mantle had been passed down.

At this moment, footsteps were heard, and Song Shen slowly walked in with a bowl of hot soup.

But after seeing the serious look on his grandfather's face, he couldn't help but hesitate.

"Grandpa, you have been sitting here for several hours. It is almost dawn. Are you hungry? Let's drink a bowl of hot soup."

Song Shen put the bowl on the table and said softly.

Song Lian came back to his senses, nodded, and hesitantly put down the poem in his hand.

Seeing Song Lian's devastated look, Song Shen hesitated to speak...
Chapter completed!