He Ximei was afraid that Xiaofeng might embarrass Second Uncle in front of Dr. Ye and his son, so she stood up and said, "I'll get it."
Forget it, it's just a meal, and they won't miss one.
Su Xiaofeng picked up the last three pieces of braised pork from her bowl, laying one piece each for Sixth Master and Dr. Ye: "Sixth Master, please eat more."
Sixth Master nodded happily: "The skill of braising pork is not bad, definitely a match for mine."
Watching her bowl now only left with pickled vegetables and no braised pork, Second Uncle's face fell. Did Xiaofeng understand the rules or not? They had just started eating; shouldn't she have saved some for them?
"Guaizi," Su Zongming poured a bowl of rice wine and took a sip before speaking, "Your third uncle already spoke to me, said you want to build a new house, using Guisheng's plot of land. I also spoke with him. We're all family here. If you want to build, just build, no need to be polite."
