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With the crackling of firecrackers, Tang Jian, Lin Zao and their two children greeted the guests who came to congratulate them at the gate of the General's Mansion, while Tang's mother sat in the back to accompany the guests.

Lin Zao didn't know many of the guests who came today. Most of them were Tang Jian's comrades and family members, as well as people from the same faction as King Cheng.

The guests who came in first congratulated Tang Jian and the others, then praised the two children, and finally gave them housewarming gifts and then followed the butler into the banquet and sat down.

The servants in the mansion guided the guests in an orderly manner and served tea and snacks.

As time passed, all the guests arrived, including King Cheng and his family. Tang Jian and Lin Zao personally introduced them to the general's mansion and sat on the main seat.

Tang Jian first saluted King Cheng, and then looked at the guests present.

"Dear guests, today I, Tang, am happy to move into my new home. I am deeply honored to have all of you take the trouble to come. I would like to propose a toast to you all!"

Everyone present raised their glasses in response.

"Congratulations to General Tang on establishing the government! I'll also toast you with a toast!"

"Respect General!"

After toasting, Tang Jian glanced at his mother and Han Qingyuan and nodded.

"While everyone is here, Tang also wants to announce a happy event. Today is also the day when my mother recognizes her adopted son. I also hope that everyone can bear witness!"

"Come Qingyuan~" Mother Tang smiled and nodded and called Han Qingyuan over.

Han Qingyuan walked up to her, knelt down solemnly and kowtowed a few times, picked up the tea brought by the maid next to him, and handed it to Mrs. Tang respectfully with both hands.

"Foster mother, my son Han Qingyuan will treat you as his biological mother in the future and will be filial to you! Respect you! Please give me some tea."

"Good boy, get up!" Mother Tang happily handed him a red envelope.

Han Qingyuan took it with both hands before standing up and facing the guests present.

The guests at the venue looked at each other, obviously not expecting that Tang Jian would hold the recognition banquet today. The young master Han also had a broken hand. It seemed that he also valued his new sworn brother!

No matter what, I still hurry up and congratulate you.

"Congratulations to Mrs. Tang on the birth of her adopted son! Mr. Han is a young and talented man who will definitely achieve extraordinary things in the future. Mrs. Tang is blessed!"

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After the recognition of relatives, the luncheon officially began, with everyone drinking and talking softly.

With King Cheng and the others sitting in charge, no one dared to make any noise.

By the time the banquet was over, it was already too late. Tang Jian and Lin Zao relaxed after sending the guests away one by one.

it is finally over!

The house has been cleaned up by the maids. Aunt Hu is really powerful. Today's banquet was arranged by her and Butler Wu.

If it weren't for the two of them, she would probably be very busy.

Here Tang's mother took Tang Jian and Han Qingyuan to the courtyard where she lived and entered a side room.

Ask them to kneel down and kowtow to the two tablets on the table.

Tang's mother was a little sad. She was the only child of her parents. Her father was weak and she died when she was less than two years old.

Her mother worked so hard to pull her up until she was 15 years old, but she died unexpectedly before she could get married.

She was left to be married off to a second marriage by that pair of bitter uncles and aunts. If her biological parents were still alive, how could she have married that selfish Father Tang!

Just thinking about it, if she hadn't married him, she wouldn't have such a filial and honorable son, a happy daughter-in-law, and two lovely grandchildren.

Thinking of this, she didn't feel too sad anymore. Everything in this world was determined by a drink and a peck.