"Mr. Huang, are you dissatisfied with my Yan family and openly insulted the guests at the Yan family's recognition banquet?"
Yan Rushan: Tsk, who are you insulting?
When Mr. Huang saw Yan Zhan, he showed his big yellow teeth and sneered: "How could it be possible? This kid is slandering me."
"Uncle." Before Yan Zhan could speak again, Manshu had already called out sweetly.
Mr. Huang's face changed slightly, and then he remembered that when Yan Rushan introduced himself, he said that he was Yan Manshu's uncle.
Because he had never seen a person like Yan Rushan before, Mr. Huang only thought that he was a brother of the real daughter's adoptive mother's family, and never thought that he was the eldest young lady of the Yan family and Yan Ruyu's natal family.
When he saw Yan Manshu coming over, he looked at the two of them carefully and found that there were indeed similarities in the faces of Yan Manshu and Yan Rushan, and he felt a thump in his heart.
What does the eldest young lady of the Yan family do?
Yan Ruyu has been dead for so many years, and they really can't remember her for a moment.
"Manman." Yan Rushan wanted to rub Manshu's hair, but was afraid of messing up her hairstyle, so he could only pat her shoulder.
"Slander?" Yan Zhan was a little dissatisfied when he saw Manshu greeting Yan Rushan first. This dissatisfaction could not be directed at Manshu, so naturally it was directed at Mr. Huang.
Just as Mr. Huang was about to nod, he thought of Yan Rushan's identity and changed his words: "This is all a misunderstanding."
"I didn't know the identity of Mr. Yan before, so I thought he was sneaking into the banquet on purpose."
"Since he is Miss Manshu's uncle, he is naturally not an outsider."
Yan Rushan saw Mr. Huang's playful smile, but she didn't let him go so easily.
He smiled half-heartedly and said, "In that case, shouldn't Mr. Huang apologize to me?"
"Yes, yes, I'll apologize right now." As he said that, Mr. Huang took two glasses of wine from the waiter next to him, handed one to Yan Rushan, and held the other by himself.
"I offer a toast to Mr. Yan, and I will treat it as Huang trying to make amends to Mr. Yan."
"A glass?" Yan Rushan gave Mr. Huang a bad look, "In our imperial capital, apologizing is not a glass of wine."
From the imperial capital?
Mr. Huang was stunned for a moment and quickly came to his senses.
Yes, this person has an authentic imperial accent. He was so angry that he ignored it just now.
Mr. Huang is accustomed to looking over his head, but when faced with such ignorant people, he really doesn't dare to offend easily.
"Okay, then we will follow Mr. Yan's rules."
Mr. Huang pretended to be magnanimous: "I will drink as much as Mr. Yan tells me to drink. Is this feasible?"
"Punish yourself with three pounds." Yan Rushan pinched his chin and spat out a few words lightly.
Mr. Huang was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Three pounds?
What the hell kind of rule is this?
Yan Rushan didn't care, he even provoked Mr. Huang: "Why, Mr. Huang is not sincere in apologizing?"
Yan Zhan looked at Mr. Huang cooperatively. Under the double pressure, Mr. Huang could not say anything to refute.
He forced a smile: "Of course I mean it, three pounds is three pounds!"
"How can I get Mr. Huang to drink so much? It's all a matter of thought." Yan Rushan suddenly changed his words with a smile.
Mr. Huang was so worried that he almost hanged him.
However, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Yan Rushan is not a pushover.
Who knew that just as he was relieved, he heard Yan Rushan say to the waiter next to him: "Is there a basin in the kitchen? We northerners either use a big bowl or a basin when drinking. It's too stingy to use a cup."
Mr. Huang's eyes almost popped out of his head as he watched the waiter go to the kitchen to get a basin at Yan Rushan's request.
Why do northerners use basins to drink wine, but they eat at food stalls, right? Who the hell drinks from a basin when attending a banquet at someone else’s house?