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Of course, brothers settle accounts clearly. As for the traveling merchant, he had to admit that he was a clever businessman.
At this moment, Sister Tang's gaze burned like fire, igniting him. Su Rong shot her a cold glare, and Sister Tang immediately wilted, lowering her head in grievance. The quiet atmosphere at the table was stifling, making it hard for anyone to breathe. No one noticed that Shen Muhan had already picked up his chopsticks. Soon, everyone saw a large hand sweep across the table, and the plate filled with an odd assortment of dishes vanished without a trace.
Eight eyes turned simultaneously toward Shen Muhan, who was bringing a piece of cold dish to his mouth. Upon meeting several gazes, he coldly remarked, "We're all over fifty years old; how embarrassing it is to stare at an adult eating."
With that, he no longer looked at anyone and brought the chopsticks to his mouth, but the food about to enter was suddenly intercepted by another pair of chopsticks.
"A junior showing such disregard for their elders is not the style of the Su Family," the Poisonous Matriarch said with a hint of amusement in her eyes as she spoke, transferring the cold dish onto her own chopsticks.
"My surname is Shen, not Su. This dish is something you wouldn't even glance at," Shen Muhan retorted without backing down. The two engaged in a battle of chopsticks at the table, with the dish spinning back and forth between them for several rounds without losing a single leaf.
Seeing their antics, Su Rong felt jealous. He stretched out his long arm and brought the neglected plate in front of himself. Reluctantly, he picked up a piece of food and sent it to his mouth. Then came the second piece, and the third; while savoring each bite, he exclaimed, "Mmm, delicious! Really delicious!"
Upon hearing his grandfather praise someone's cooking skills, Su Yan-Chu leaned over the table with all his might and managed to grab a few pieces of food to eat. Before he could even savor them, the plate was already empty—clean as a whistle.
A glimmer flashed in his eyes as his mood instantly brightened.
It seemed he had struck gold! Ah hahahaha...
The second dish was stir-fried beef, the third was Braised Pork, the fourth was Eggplant with Green Beans, the fifth was Steamed Goose with Rice Noodles, the sixth was Caviar with Fish Roe, the seventh was Stir-Fried Bamboo Rat, the eighth was Red-Braised Pig Trotters, and the ninth was Old Duck Soup.
For a moment, the only sound at the table was that of eating. The two elderly men seemed as if they hadn't eaten in eight hundred years, swallowing their food almost without chewing. Su Rong kept smacking his lips, continuously praising how delicious everything was. On the other hand, Shen Muhan, despite taking large bites of vegetables, maintained his unique gentlemanly demeanor without any loss of grace.
The tenth dish was a sweet soup, which Xia Muxin estimated was ready and brought it out herself. Just as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard an unhappy voice from a woman.
"What’s going on? How can a place this big let beggars in? That person even claimed he wasn’t a beggar, just delivering firewood. My hand still hurts from that slap!"
At the staircase on the second floor, a woman dressed in a goose-colored skirt was about to descend, surrounded by several maidservants. As she walked down, she examined her hand, her words dripping with disdain and anger.
Xia Muxin's heart sank; a chill ran through her. She tilted the bowl of sweet soup slightly and then lifted her head to walk past without looking sideways.
Just as she stepped out from the staircase and handed the sweet soup to Uncle Bingzi, there was a loud thud as the young lady tumbled down the stairs.
She landed in an extremely undignified manner, with her backside in the air and her head hitting the ground first.
- End of Chapter -
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