"Xiao Chong, don't you plan to live this life?" Song's father has always been cautious in front of outsiders, for fear of saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing, and being caught in the pigtails, which will harm his family.

In front of Wang Zhong, whom he regarded as his old friend, he became less nervous and felt a little more relaxed.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Uncle Song, I have been working hard for a year. It is the Chinese New Year and I have to have a good meal. Reward yourself!"

"Besides, I am not the only one eating this meal today. I have already planned to invite you to have this New Year's Eve dinner with Aunt Song, Aunt Song, and Xiaoping."

"It's just a pity that Xiaohui stayed in the provincial capital and didn't come back."

"This is too rich." Although the food was good, Song's father felt distressed when he saw it, and Song's mother had a similar reaction.

Wang Zhongdao: "It only happens once a year. I usually don't dare to eat like this."

"Besides, don't I need something from you and Aunt Song today?"

Father Song looked at Wang Zhong, shook his head, and picked up the wine bowl. Wang Zhong also picked up the wine bowl.

"Uncle Song, Aunt Song, Xiaoping, Happy New Year!" Wang Zhong spoke first.

When the three heard this, they also said: "Happy New Year!"

After finishing a bowl of wine, Wang Zhong hurriedly asked the three of them to use their chopsticks. However, facing such a sumptuous dish, the father and daughter were somewhat cautious and did not dare to use their chopsticks.

"Aunt Song, Xiaoping, you're welcome. If this dish is cold, it won't taste as good. Eat it while it's hot! Just treat it like you're at home, don't be polite to me!"

Seeing that the mother and daughter were only interested in the bowl of radish stew brought from their home, Wang Zhong simply stood up and started to do it himself, picked up the soup spoon, and personally helped the two of them scoop out a braised lion's head and sandwich a few dumplings.

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As soon as the food was in their mouths, the eyes of the father and daughter suddenly lit up.

"Xiao Zhong, did you cook this dish yourself?" Father Song's eyes widened and he looked at Wang Zhong in disbelief.

Wang Zhong asked cautiously: "What's wrong, Uncle Song? Is this dish not to your liking?"

Song's father said: "It's not that it doesn't taste good, it's just that it's so delicious. I've never eaten such delicious food in my life."

Song's mother and Song Yunping also nodded.

Although they have been neighbors for several years, Song's father and Song's mother have never tasted Wang Zhong's food. After all, every household has not enough to eat these days. How can the Song family have the nerve to eat Wang Zhong's food?

A meal for educated youths.

With such delicious food in front of them, the father and daughter could no longer maintain their previous reserve and started to feast on it.
Chapter completed!