"Secretary Song is here?"
Chu Xiao'e glanced back with a gentle smile, "Please have a seat, the dishes will be ready soon."
"Hongtao, make a cup of tea for Secretary Song."
"Okay."
Feng Hongtao brewed the tea, placed it in front of him, and then sat down to the side.
He was not good with words, mostly it was Song Guanchao asking questions and he answering.
Song Guanchao was quite adept at easing the atmosphere, but alas, Feng Hongtao was simply too stiff.
About twenty minutes later, Chu Xiao'e and the young housewife came out with the dishes.
"Hongtao, go wash your hands for dinner."
"Oh."
Feng Hongtao said, "Secretary Song, let's go wash our hands."
"Hmm."
After washing their hands, they sat down at the dining table.
Feng Hongtao grabbed a bottle of Wuliangye and asked, "Does Secretary Song drink alcohol?"
