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The large mutt clearly understood what it meant to be submissive. It tucked away its fangs and fierce expression, lowering its body to the ground while avoiding the piercing gaze of Xu Li. After about five or six seconds, it stealthily turned its eyes to sneak a glance, only to find Xu Li still staring at it. Immediately, it stood up and tucked its tail between its legs, retreating to its doghouse.
"Meow! Did you really eat shit?"
"What kind of shit did you eat? Was it in chunks or a puddle?"
Xu Li clenched his fists, glaring at the chattering cat. "If you keep babbling, do you believe I’ll twist your head off?"
"Hmph!" The Maine Coon let out a haughty snort, nimbly jumping over to its owner’s side. Xu Li, feeling irritated, took a drag from his cigarette. At the dining table, Andrei waved him over. "Misha, come drink a couple with me."
"Coming!" He got up from the table, raising his glass to toast with his father-in-law. Ever since he had a child, his alcohol tolerance had increased significantly; he used to get tipsy after one glass but could now manage three with some left over. In Old Russian's eyes, he still looked like a lightweight.
After a lively dinner filled with laughter and chatter, Eva playfully jumped onto Xu Li's back. He supported her with one hand while holding Anna's hand with the other. After bidding farewell to the Pushkin family, they followed Andrei and Natasha home.
"Stop staring; they’re long gone. What are you two still looking at? Clean up and get ready for bed," Pushkin said as he flicked ash from his cigarette and kicked each of his grandsons lightly on their behinds. Peter looked confused and scratched his head. "Grandpa, which of them is marrying that guy?"
Sherif chimed in, smacking his lips. "I didn’t expect that after not seeing them for seven or eight years, Anna and Eva would turn out so beautiful and fiery."
"They're both married now; don't even think about them. Otherwise, Misha will shove something in your mouths," Pushkin retorted as he flicked away the cigarette butt. "Misha is a good kid; he deserves both of them as sisters. You two should focus on your studies and make something of yourselves—what kind of girls won’t you be able to find then?"
"Aren't we supposed to have monogamy in our country?" Peter felt something was off.
Pushkin sighed. "Anna and Eva aren’t exactly sharp; if they marry separately, there might be some young man who runs off after the initial excitement wears off. In that case, it’s these two kids who will suffer. It’s better if they both marry Misha; it’ll save trouble for the old couple too."
He glanced at his two grandsons thoughtfully. "Just don’t talk nonsense outside; otherwise, if Misha and those two sisters get separated, Andrei’s family will come after me."
"I’m just asking; Anna was really nice to me when we were kids. I wouldn’t harm them," Peter said before heading inside to rest.
Sherif shrugged. "It’s got nothing to do with me; I can’t be bothered to say much."
"That’s for the best." Pushkin ruffled his grandson's hair. "Next semester you’ll be in high school; once you graduate, you should join the army. You’re not cut out for studying anyway. Andrei has connections; going into the military is at least a good path."
"But being in the army is tough. I’ve heard the food in the barracks is terrible."
"You fool, if you can endure it for a while, you can find connections to transfer to a local position. Having a stable job is great; once you have that, finding a good girl to marry won't be a problem."
Sherif looked at Dun Dun, who was listening to his grandfather's advice, feeling a bit embarrassed as he scratched his nose. "Actually, I’m dating someone at school. Her family is from Bratsk."
Pushkin fell silent for a moment before nodding. "Grandfather wishes you a bright future. Now go to sleep."
"Okay."
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