Saturday came as scheduled, Song Ran, Song Xuan, and Yang Haitao went to Yipinju with gifts, and when they entered the private room, they were all people Song Ran was familiar with, thinking about Sister Bao'er's Ji Huaiyan, Chu Yanchuan, the nephew of Chu Yu, the new female team doctor of the Second Artillery Team, and two men who had never seen him.

Yang Haitao sent the red wine in his hand and said with a smile: "I know that you love to drink red wine, this is my collection." ”

Tang Ji'an took the red wine: "In the future, you don't need to bring gifts, it's just a light meal, you don't have to be so grand." ”

Song Ran smiled and said, "Second brother, your mayor's father, won't you come over?" With the elders here, we are a little constrained a little often." ”

Tang Ji'an put the red wine on the table and beckoned everyone to take their seats: "Don't worry, they are all equals, and there are no elders." ”

Song Xuan also said in a joking tone: "Is it because my sister is the commander's goddaughter, so we can attend?"

One of the men who couldn't be named said: "Tang Er must have invited the two of them because they were both great beauties, and it also opened the eyes of our dirt buns." ”

Yang Haitao smiled and said: "It's a pity that the big Song and the little Song are all famous." ”

A few people laughed and didn't say much.

Several people chatted lively, Song Ran glanced at Chu Yanchuan, and then glanced at Ji Huaiyan, and said, "Are these the second brother's friends?"

Tang Ji'an turned a bird's nest to her and whispered, "Well, we all grew up in the same compound. ”

Song Ran knew clearly, these are all children of high-ranking cadres, just say one, they are all children of big names with deep backgrounds.

She scooped a small bowl of bird's nest and thought it was not delicious, thinking that she was only twenty years old, not old enough to need nourishment, so she stopped eating the spoon after taking a bite.

Tang Ji'an's friends are all children of high-ranking cadres, and they all know that Song Ran is the goddaughter of the commander, so they naturally won't be too presumptuous in their words, and they will definitely not do such vulgar and obscene behaviors as making jokes about beautiful women.

Therefore, the atmosphere at the banquet is quite harmonious.

When the banquet came to an end, Song Ran looked around and said, "Isn't there a birthday cake?"

Tang Ji'an coughed lightly: "We don't do the foreigners' set, we have set a longevity face." ”

Song Ran slandered, a little more decent people in big cities have become popular to eat birthday cakes for birthdays in this era, and this Tang Ji'an is quite traditional.

The waiter walked in with a large bowl of longevity noodles, put it in front of Tang Ji'an, and asked softly, "Sir, do you need to divide it into small portions?"

Tang Ji'an looked detached, and said with a bow: "Well, each person will get a small bowl." ”

Song Ran touched his stomach and said, "I'm too tired to eat, I feel like I can't eat anymore." ”

Tang Ji'an glanced at her: "Eat a little bit, eat longevity noodles to keep you healthy and safe." ”

Song Ran pouted: "You are really quite traditional." ”

The waiter girl was quite young, and I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, when the soup was served, her hand was crooked, and the soup spilled on Tang Ji'an's sweater.

Tang Ji'an snorted lightly, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

His friend Zhou Jing said unhappily: "What are your hands shaking? You can't afford to burn Second Young Master Tang, you know?"

The waiter hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm ...... I can do the laundry for you, or you can take it off and I'll give it back to you when you're done. ”

Zhou Jing's eyes were a little disdainful, and he glanced at Chu Yanchuan: "Didn't you just meet a waiter who was going to help you wash your clothes? What's the matter? Why is the little girl so fond of helping others wash clothes these days?"