"Dad, rest assured, there will be such a day. We just need to keep working hard, and sooner or later we'll live that kind of life," Zhixin said from the side.
"Good, for these words alone, we men should have a drink. Come on, eldest, youngest, let's drink. With wine and meat, now that's more like it," the old man lifted his cup and drained it in one gulp. Zhixin and Zhiming also finished the wine in their cups, and the three of them began to clink cups and drink together. As Zhixin and Zhiming had to go out for a walk later that night, they didn't dare to drink too much either—each of them had three or four cups and then stopped.
Mrs. Chen and her two daughters-in-law didn't drink, just ate some meat and rice. Then Mrs. Xue also went to roast meat, and after it was done, she handed a skewer to Mrs. Chen, "Mother, let's try the taste of this roasted meat. Eating meat like this is really enjoyable."
