killing intent.His legs immediately wrapped tightly around Wu Xia's waist, preventing his older brother from putting him down. He defiantly said:"What's up You keep saying I look like a little chicke...As Xiaoshan's words echoed, the door to the front bread stall was flung open by Panzi.

"Squeak—"

As soon as the door creaked open, a tantalizingly savory aroma, like that of freshly cooked meat, wafted out from under the threshold.

The aroma instantly perked everyone up, making their mouths water and stomachs rumble.

Only one person's facial expression seemed a little strange.

Wu Xie was originally following Zhang Qiling's words, but he caught a whiff of the savory smell and suddenly stopped speaking. His expression became somewhat puzzled.

He tilted his head, his tone tinged with suspicion: "Huh Why are we having hot dishes first"

It's not surprising that Wu Xie felt a little confused, because there was an unspoken rule in the Wu family.

If it's not urgent and you happen to be at a larger banquet, you have to wait until everyone is seated before serving the hot dishes.

This rule is not arbitrary.

First, it's for table manners.

So that those who come later won't have to eat cold dishes.

As Wu Xie spoke, a hint of uncertainty in his voice, the group walked inside.

A single person sat in the private room at this time.

When the door was opened, Wu Sansheng put down the wine glass in his hand and looked up.

Her eyes held a hint of anticipation as she prepared to meet her young nephew.

However, the instant the door opened, he didn't immediately see his lively nephew jumping around, but instead heard Wu Xie's words.

Hearing his nephew's words, he raised an eyebrow slightly, leaning back in his chair with a nonchalant air, and said with a smirk:

"This isn't because I'm afraid our little master will starve and give me the silent treatment, right So I just had the hotel owner's wife bring up two plates of braised pork knuckles and pig trotters, plus some roasted chicken."

"So that when our young master returns to the ancestral home, he doesn't have to say in front of your grandmother and grandfather that his uncle didn't feed him."

"I've been taken advantage of in this matter, that ungrateful scoundrel ran off after taking me for a fool. He only goes and tells your grandfather about me!"

"Right, you little punk"

Having said this, Wu Sansheng raised his eyes with a hint of teasing laughter and looked at the crowd surging forward.

To be precise, it's about taking a look at Wu Ling in the crowd.

When Wu Sansheng saw the person standing before him, the smile on his face suddenly faltered, and he frowned slightly.

Because he wasn't among those people, he didn't see his nephew, who should have been pouting and glaring at him with a huff.

Wu San Sheng's eyes flashed a moment of doubt, he straightened up, his gaze fell on his own cheap nephew, and he opened his mouth and said:

"You little brat, where's Xiaoling"

Wu Xie saw that Wu San Sheng was smiling widely before they arrived, but the moment he confirmed that his precious nephew wasn't among them, his face instantly fell. "...Wu Xie."

He looked at his third uncle's somewhat confused and disappointed expression with a chuckle, and said teasingly:

"Uncle Three, your lost expression in your eyes is so obvious, isn't it"

With that said, Wu Xie walked over to Wu San province with one hand in his pocket.

He sat down in the chair next to him, having pulled one over.

Then he crossed his legs, raised an eyebrow and looked at his third uncle, asking with a playful tone:

"Uncle Three, your great-nephew is right here! You're so blatantly showing favoritism, aren't you afraid I'll be jealous"

"Eat your mother's pickled eggs."

Wu Sansheng heard this and smacked his lips, glaring at him with displeasure.

Because he truly knew his nephew too well, as soon as Wu Xie said this, he knew what kind of fart his eldest nephew was about to let loose.

Given his obsessed brother complex as a child, whenever relatives or guests came to the house, this little brat would immediately rush to protect Wu Ling if anyone dared to tease him.

When I questioned that stinky boy, he wouldn't say anything. He just kept his lips tight shut and hugged Wu Ling.

At first, everyone didn't take it seriously, but this situation persisted for several times.

But anyone who isn't too familiar with the family comes to tease Wu Ling, this stinky boy won't put down what he's doing in his hands, even if it's an emergency.

He would put everything aside whenever he saw this, and with a little tap-tap of his short legs, he'd carry his younger brother away.

This situation happened often. Once, his mother was simply too curious and tugged at Wu Xiuzhou, asking him about it left and right.

When Wu Xie heard this, her lips tightened, and she lowered her head. She kicked at the stones on the ground with her feet, mumbling that she didn't like other people touching her younger brother.

At that time, his mother heard this, and her mood was a little complicated for a while, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.

This brat is very agreeable about other things, but he's extremely stubborn about this one thing, as stubborn as a mule.

From a young age, this brat's protective nature towards his younger brother was evident.

And before Wu Sanshen treated others however he pleased, this little brat wouldn't even get jealous, not to mention glance his way, he wouldn't even give him the time of day.

This time, he suddenly felt jealous, and it was about his younger brother. If Wu Xie's jealousy was true, then whose vinegar he was eating could be easily imagined.

Wu San Province thought of this, and his eyes looked at his cheap nephew with some disdain:

"You little punk, don't you think I know what you're up to You're such a big guy now but still acting like a kid. Are you jealous of me or Little Ling"

Wu Xie heard this, his eyebrows raised slightly, not a hint of surprise on his face.

It's like it's so common for his Uncle to be able to hit the nail on the head with his thoughts.

He subtly fiddled with the silver ornament hanging from his neck, a playful smile on his face as he looked at his third uncle. With an infuriating air, he asked, "Guess"

"I bet your mother has some strong legs."

Upon hearing this, Wu Sanshen rolled his eyes impatiently.

Without a moment's hesitation, he stretched out his hand and with utmost decisiveness, slapped his nephew hard on the back of the head across a bench, while cursing:

"You little brat, don't keep me hanging like this! If you tease me one more time, I swear I'll take off my shoe and shove it in your mouth! Let you taste the sour pickles of old times again after all these years!"

Wu Xie: "..."

"Puff—" The black bear sitting next to Zhang Qiling couldn't help but burst into laughter when it saw this scene.

"Blind fool, what are you laughing at If you laugh again, I swear I'll shove your shoes in your mouth!"

Wu Xie glared at him angrily.

He can't deal with his own uncle, how could he possibly deal with Hei Xiazi

The black bear resisted the urge to smile.

He playfully tugged at the corner of his mouth from left to right with his finger, making a zipper motion.

He then gave an OK gesture, and pressed his head against Zhang Qiling's shoulder. He covered his mouth with his hand and laughed uncontrollably.

For some reason, he seemed especially happy when he saw Wu Xie eating a mouthful of defeat. Maybe that's what people mean by "a good friend who takes pleasure in your misfortunes," huh

Zhang Qiling sat next to Wu Xie, seemingly uninterested in what the others were saying.

With sugar in her mouth, she sat silently and expressionlessly.

But on the surface, he appeared to be a detached and absentminded figure.

But his gaze fell upon the transparent teacup in front of him, illuminated by the light. He observed all the expressions of the people present through the cup.

After scolding Heihuxia, Wu Xia felt unusually happy for some reason.

He picked up the teapot from the round table and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

The sound of hot water pouring into a cup.

Wu Xiashan slowly put down the teapot, picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a sip of the warm green tea in his hand.

Then, turning to Wu Sansheng who was beside him, looking a little restless and constantly glancing at his shoes, Zhang spoke comfortingly:

"Uncle San, relax, don't worry. Xiaoling just went to the convenience store downstairs to find Uncle Yun."olded by Wu Xiean at this time, he was still quite pleased in his heart. After all, this little rascal was taught by him.There's an old saying that goes, "It's more fun to have fun together."At this m...