"Sis, you sit; I'll just stand."
"I'm full!"
Jiang Huazi said irritably, but ultimately gave her seat to her cousin.
What else could be done?
Wine had already been served; continuing to refuse would be too inconsiderate.
Jiang Huazi packed up her bowl and chopsticks and got up to serve.
After the pleasantries, Zhang Zhongquan, who had been standing most of the day, quickly leaned in and sat down heavily, finishing half a glass and then pouring himself more wine.
"Uncle, about your fatty liver…"
Hong Xiaoyu reminded him.
What fatty liver? It was just a flimsy excuse concocted earlier to save face.
"It's fine. It's rare to meet Fang here, Fang, I have to toast you and your family for having a wonderful daughter and finding a great son-in-law!"
