Chapter 391 Dinner Table Chat 3

"Brother Lu, you are so lucky!" Wang Zhengguo couldn't help but say while eating.

Father Lu smiled proudly, "It's only thanks to you, brother, that we have the happiness of a family we have now."

Wang Zhengguo glanced at Xibao. The little guy was sitting in Feng Qingxue's arms. He stretched out his two fat paws towards the bowl of golden pumpkin rice on the table, which was in front of Feng Qingxue. Enough is enough. Before reaching the bowl, the saliva fell drop by drop and fell on the bib. Smelling the aroma of the food, the little guy was so anxious that he said, "Ahhhh!"

"Mom has stewed fish soup for you. You let dad hug you, and mom will make some noodles for you, okay?"

Therefore, Xibao, who moved to Lu Jiang's lap, did not resist and kept his big round eyes open obediently.

When Feng Qingxue got up and went to the kitchen, the little guy in the one-piece floral cotton trousers began to twist around, twisting his butt and kicking his legs. He was not honest at all. Lu Jiang's left arm was strangled on his soft belly, and his right hand Raise a toast to Father Lu, Wang Zhengguo and Uncle Xu and his wife, "Uncle, Uncle Xu, have a drink. Let us drink two cups to stimulate blood circulation and warm up the body."

Lu Xibao, on the other hand, kept slapping Lu Jiang's arm, staring at the wine glass and reaching out to grab it.

"Little fat man, do you want a drink? Okay, come on, let's have a drink too!" Lu Jiang dipped the tip of his chopsticks into some wine and intended to lick his son who stretched his head, but was immediately stopped by the elders.

"Xi Bao, are you eight months old too?" Father Lu stretched out his hand to hold his grandson in his arms and glared at his son fiercely.

Xibao lay in his grandfather's arms, giggling.

Lu Jiang pretended to be angry and said, "Good boy, did you frame your father on purpose?"

At this time, the little fat man couldn't understand again.

Feng Qingxue walked out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of noodles. She happened to hear a knock on the door and asked hurriedly: "Who is it?"

"Xiaoxue, it's me." Miao Fengqin said outside, "Your uncle is gone, I'll call your uncle's house for dinner."

When she said this, Miao Fengqin looked like she had finally found relief.

"My dear, it's you!" Feng Qingxue held the bowl with one hand and opened the door with the other hand, "My uncle is eating at our house. Come in and eat together, so you don't have to go back and cook alone. , not troublesome enough.”

Lu Jiang heard the sound and came out of the main room, "Yes, Da Jinzi, if you don't mind us using the chopsticks first, come in and eat together."

Miao Fengqin waved her hands towards them both and said with a smile: "I won't go in, I won't eat at your house. I won't call your uncle until the food is ready at home. Who would have thought that he would eat at your place with such an expression on his face. Since that's the case, I'll go back first and take out the steamed rolls in the pot. Go and eat quickly, don't let it get cold." With that, he turned around and left without even entering the door.

Wang Zhengguo was relieved when he heard his wife outside saying that his brother had left.

"What's going on?" Uncle Xu asked with a smile.

Because Wang Zhengguo has always had a good attitude towards Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu, of course, behind the back of other people in the production team, so Uncle Xu is happy to deal with him. After all, his old couple must rely on his protection.

"Oh, my brother!" Although the family ugliness should not be made public, Wang Zhengguo needed everyone to give him advice, so he explained Wang Zhengjun's purpose in just a few words, "No matter how you say it, he is my brother. If the family really can't afford it, I really can’t ignore the food, but the current situation is that they are all eating commercial food and thinking about the food reserves in my production team!”