"Sit, sit!"

Grandpa Song and Song Fusheng both motioned for Lu Pan to sit on the main seat.

Lu Pan helped Grandpa Song and let the old man sit in the main seat.

Only this time, Lu Pan's hand touched the old man's back, and the old man trembled with excitement and his face was full of red light.

The general touched him, what a great honor.

In the end, Lu Pan sat on Song Fusheng's right hand.

"Minrui, you know all this, right?"

Song Fusheng introduced them one by one, that was his uncle.

Before Uncle Song came, he deliberately cleaned his teeth. He thought about stirring food in a pot with the little general, don't bury it, and be disliked.

Song Fusheng pointed to the three tall men again: those were his eldest brother, second brother, and eldest brother-in-law.

Tian Xifa, Song Fucai, and Song Fuxi all changed their clothes on purpose, and after finishing their work, they washed them before going upstairs to accompany the guests.

Song Fusheng's introduction is very skillful.

It stands to reason that Lu Pan calls him uncle, so from his point of view, Lu Pan should also call his eldest brother, second brother and eldest brother-in-law, including his uncle, theoretically this should be called.

However, what is the identity of the people?

This is ancient times, where there is a difference between dignity and inferiority, and the difference in identity is a chasm.

It's enough to call us uncle, and we can't always call everyone uncle.

Therefore, Song Fusheng is introduced in the first person.

"That's Erlang, the second son of my eldest brother's family. Dalang, you're a little impressed, right? ”

Lu Pan nodded, yes, there are also high-speed rail heads and tigers, which all have impressions.

is this "little second brother" Erlang, who is really too weak in his sense of existence, and it feels like seeing him for the first time.

Song Fusheng smiled and patted Erlang's shoulder, "This one doesn't like to talk more than his eldest brother, and in two years, no matter how big he is, he has to think about what to let him do." ”

This is a promise in disguise, or saying this in front of people, Song Fucai suppressed his excitement, afraid of losing face in front of Lu Pan.

In normal times, he would rub his hands at the third brother and smile.

Erlang stood next to Song Fuling, his face flushed, General Lu Xiao stared at him, he was nervous.

"Jinbao, my second brother's boy."

Lu Pan suddenly asked, how old is he?

After listening to the answer, Lu Pan glanced at Mi Shou who had been by Zheng's side, When you kid is as big as Song Jinbao, you can grow so tall and strong.

Then, for the rest, Song Fusheng doesn't need to be specially introduced.

His wife, his daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, and Mi Shou, they don't need to talk to Lu Pan more.

Except that Poria and Lu Pan may not be very familiar with each other, the close contact is the lesson that time, which is also much stronger than most people, at least speaking.

Not to mention the rest of the people, who have had several exchanges with Lu Bin.

It's the kind of person who chatters when they meet and can talk about anything.

Even his daughter-in-law had chatted with Lu Pan about family life, and there were a few times when he was not at home, and he heard about it later.

It can be seen that the table on the upstairs balcony is a family unit, and it sits like this in terms of kinship.

Song Jinbao can be served, and he is Song Fusheng's nephew.

It's Qian Peiying and Song Fuling, according to ancient laws, women are inferior and should be avoided. You should go downstairs and sit with He, Zhu, and Big Girl. Mi Shou is Song Fusheng's "son", so if Mi Shou can stay, neither of them is allowed to stay.

However, who would dare to say that the pair is inferior?

Not to mention that the Song Jiu clan has already seen it, even the people of Renjia Village also know a truth, Song Fusheng takes his daughter-in-law and daughter as an eyeball, who dares to make the two of them humble, Song Fusheng can make them humble.

Besides, Mrs. Ma can't let it.

Who did they come to see on the land?

Come and see their old faces?

Today's seat was deliberately arranged by the old lady.

With San'er as the center, it spreads outward, and whoever is related to San'er goes upstairs, in this way, it is reasonable for the little granddaughter to appear.

Otherwise, in the appearance of her eldest brother, the old lady would rather let the wealthy who can speak well accompany the guests than let Fusheng's uncle sit on the head, which is really useless.

"Eat," Song Fuling sandwiched a large piece of meat for Erlang, and Erlang sat next to her, she was afraid that Brother Erlang would not let go, so she didn't dare to clamp it.

This sheep and scorpion pot is rotten.

Song Poria dipped the sesame sauce with mutton, wow, it's so fragrant, and the sesame sauce is also fragrant.

After her tahini was ground from the mill, it was still hot when it was scooped into the bowl.

Lu Pan sat opposite Song Lingling and looked at her all the expressions in his eyes.

How do you eat everything that looks delicious?

"Minrui, are you hungry? Eat. ”

"Oh, good."

Lu Pan smiled politely at Qian Peiying, followed Song Lingling's example, and stuffed the mutton with a layer of sesame sauce into his mouth.

Mrs. Ma and Qian Peiying both looked at him with their mouths half-open, saw that he had eaten, and asked in unison, "What's the matter?" ”

"Well, yes," yes.

Song Fuling lowered her head to eat meat, and complained in her heart: Do you want to be so exaggerated? Can people still say it's not delicious?

Mi Shou sat next to her sister, holding chopsticks in one hand and a big bone stick in the other, and looked up at the sky.

The villain probably thought in his heart that he wouldn't drop the board this time, and then gnawed on the meat, and his eyes bent with a smile.

At first, no one dared to mention drinking.

Because Song Fusheng and Lu Pan had just come back from the exam nine days ago, they looked like good people, but everyone knew that they couldn't eat or sleep well in the house, and they were tired and hungry. Don't fix that scene, it's not an outsider, let you eat first.

Therefore, Lu Pan often looked at Song Fuling without a trace.

It's really a meal.

You see, remove Erlang, who can't let go of eating and drinking, and on the other side of the round table, Poria cocos, Mi Shou, and Song Jinbao are in turn, and the thieves called by the chopsticks of the servants slip away, and the small mouth is like a hamster.

He felt as if he had heard the crunch sound of Poria nibbling on a turnip, which made him work up an appetite.

"What do you want?" Qian Peiying immediately asked Lu Pan who was about to get up with her eyes.

"It's okay, I'll put some tahini on it."

"Shall I give it to you?"

"No, you don't."

Look at him, he ate Poria cocos, and ate more than a pound of mutton in one go, and the dipping sauce was gone.

When Mrs. Ma stood up on the side of the land to serve sesame sauce, she secretly glared at the top of her little granddaughter's brain.

Oh my God, fat girl, you don't raise your eyes and don't earn when you eat, but you look at him, he is not better than mutton?

pinched Song Jinbao's thigh again.

Eat, admit to eat, as soon as the mutton is good, you go to clip. Stop chopsticks a little, and you will soon be unable to supply them, and there will be no interest.

Alas, you are the general's future brother-in-law, and you really don't look like it at all.

Song Jinbao, who was in pain, lowered his head and bared his teeth, but he didn't dare to make a sound. Before coming to the third uncle's house, his grandmother warned him that if he dared to make a fool of himself and turn back, he would pick his skin.

Song Jinbao: It was too sinful to come to the third uncle's house for a good meal, and he risked his thighs being pinched. Forget it, eat more to make up for yourself.

The drinking thing was still opened downstairs first.

The food downstairs is more lively than the upstairs.

On the one hand, there are nine tables of people, there are many people, and on the other hand, there are Shunzi, Fugui, and Wang Zhongyu downstairs.

Junzi couldn't eat at the same table with the young master, so she was afraid of choking and panicking, so she came downstairs on purpose.

If you want to talk about the nine tables downstairs, Shunzi only found out when she looked closely that the soup base was really the soup base, unlike the young master's table full of meat and sheep and scorpions.

And there are a few tables of steaming pots downstairs that are not copper pots, so they are moved up with charcoal under the ordinary big iron pots at home.

Junzi pondered in his heart, and looked back to pay attention to the fact that if there were any redundant and eliminated copper pots in the house, bring a few.

Song Fugui and Wang Zhongyu sat in Shunzi and ate Ga Xiang on the left and right, why is there no mutton at the bottom of the pot? Even bone broth is also very rare, and shabu-shabu has oil and water. When you finish eating, you have to drink all the soup.

Fugui said, "Come, let's take a sip?" ”

Junko immediately responded: "Come, you must open up." "We're just going to make the atmosphere.