The dishes Qin Jiang made were all simple, home-cooked fare, but they were quite delicious.
At the dinner table, it was evident that Qin Jiang had a good upbringing. He spoke pleasantly, flattering them subtly.
After the meal, Erbao escorted him out.
Lin Feng was inspecting his health tonic wine. He mentioned it was steeped by an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor known to Qin Jiang's father and was perfect for middle-aged men. He'd had a small glass during dinner and found it quite agreeable; Qin Jiang was very thoughtful.
He turned his head and saw Sibao lying on the sofa playing video games. "Stop playing so many video games! Don't you care about your eyes anymore?"
Sibao sensed the misplaced annoyance in his father's tone and quickly replied, "Dad, I'm almost done with this round."
Of his two sons, Lin Feng had the most hope for Sibao, so he waited patiently for him to finish before asking, "Weren't you into a girl from Jingcheng? How is that going?"
