He reached out and rubbed Lin Qingran's head again, his movements casual and affectionate: "Silly, your brother I know a lot." He took Lin Qingran's hand and said with deep meaning: "Today, I am
It’s my sister’s happy day, and my brother is in for a treat!”
Lin Qingran was immersed in the shock of the fireworks and did not hear the deeper meaning. He nodded and responded: "Of course, nothing else. We have prepared a lot of good wine and food."
"Really?" Rong Ruo glanced at her and then looked away. His eyes were slightly lowered, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking.
The two turned around and walked back side by side. When they arrived at the door of the hall, they saw that the door had been closed at some point, and the light coming from the crack in the door seemed a bit dim.
When entertaining guests properly, what door should be closed?
Lin Qingran frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to push open the door of the hall, his pupils shrank, and he stared at the hall: "What...what...is going on?"
What came into view were dozens of pretty young girls, gorgeously dressed, each holding a white jade plate with fish and lotus flowers in their hands, covered with a round lid. Even if they didn't know what was in the white jade plate, they could see it.
If there is a seemingly non-existent aroma in the air, it is silently expressing that the food on the plate is absolutely, 100% delicious.
This kind of pomp is not something Aunt Luo would stage!
It's not that Lin Qingran doesn't like Aunt Luo, it's because of her petty attitude that she would never be able to handle the scene in front of her.
She just opened her lips and before she could make a sound, she heard Aunt Luo's high and sharp voice: "Who are you? What do you want to do when you break in?"
At the first appearance banquet, Aunt Luo couldn't allow anyone to ruin it, so she suddenly lost her mind.
"Sister, brother is late, please forgive me."
Suddenly, a young man in purple clothes walked out of the corner. His hair was like ink, his face was like snow, his appearance was unparalleled, and his demeanor was stunning. It was Xu Changqing who had disgraced himself and separated from Lin Qingran two days ago.
"Brother, since we are brothers and sisters, let's not worry about these red tapes. If it's not too late, just come."
Lin Qingran was naturally happy that Xu Changqing could come. Doesn't it mean that the inexplicable anger that day had dissipated?
Hearing this, Xu Changqing's calm eyes suddenly revealed a hint of darkness, and he looked at Lin Qingran with a half-smile but not a smile: "What the girl said is that it's my brother who has a resemblance to me."
He casually pointed at the white jade plates held by the young girls and said calmly: "My sister is very happy today. Brother, I have nothing else to gain. I specially ordered the Xu family's kitchen to prepare fifty-eight steamed seabass with hibiscus and pearls for my sister."
As soon as he said these words, he heard another series of gasps behind him.
What's going on today? Is it possible that the cold air pressure is too low?
Lin Qingran didn't like the fuss of the person behind him, but he saw Rongruo next to him whispering: "Sister, don't underestimate this plate of seabass. Let's not talk about how much it is worth, just talk about what it has been through."
There are no less than twenty procedures, large and small."
"Steaming a fish, why is it so troublesome?" Lin Qingran glanced at the white jade plate, and there was a hint of respect in his eyes: There are more than twenty procedures, doesn't it mean that a pig has been killed?
"Well, it's very troublesome."
The person who answered this time was not Rongruo, but Xu Changqing. He slowly stepped forward and glanced at Rongruo like a sword, his expression a little more condensed.