Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

Du Wendong then smiled calmly, his eyes filled with respect for Lu Duocai. "I've been studying for so many years, and it's been really hard on my family. It was my mother who suggested this banquet. She felt like my wife was stuck at home all day, and she said a more lively banquet would make her look more cheerful and feel better."

"Dad, my wife has always been frugal and manages the household well. You don't have to worry about money."

Du Wendong glanced around and raised his chin with a bit of complacency. "I, Du Wendong, don't host banquets easily. If I do, I'll host the best! My fellow classmates, you must eat and drink well today. If anyone goes back hungry, that would be a slap in my face!"

"Okay! Well said! Hahahaha!"

"Brother Wendong, don't worry. We will definitely eat our fill today and go back."

"Hahaha, I must have given you enough face!" Du Wendong was very happy with every word of praise, as if he was floating on the clouds. These people were not very well versed in the Four Books and Five Classics, but when it came to flattery, they would say one sentence after another without holding back.

"Dad, my mother is greeting other guests in the back. If you don't have anything else to say, I'll take them in first."

Lu Duocai's lips trembled slightly. Frugal? Good at managing the household? This was because he couldn't bear to see his daughter suffer, so he would definitely give money to make up for it!

Good job, Du Wendong, very good!

Lu Duocai sneered, "My daughter is naturally a capable person. So you are prepared to spend a lot of money today. Let me tell you, the most important things in a banquet are the food and wine. With so many people coming today, you have to serve the best dishes and the best wine. Don't think about saving money, spend it freely."

"Hey! Don't worry, thank you, Dad." Du Wendong listened carefully, his eyes lit up when he heard the last sentence, and his originally uneasy heart suddenly calmed down.

Du Wendong, who was enjoying the treatment of being the center of attention, couldn't help feeling very proud.

"Dad, he's so happy, did he misunderstand what you meant?"

Lu Yi stood over, and the father and daughter looked at their departing backs, their similar eyes filled with coldness.

Lu Duocai retracted his gaze, raised his hand and pointed at Lu Yi, with a genuine smile in his eyes, "You ask even though you know the answer, you little mischievous boy, laugh if you want to."

There was a table full of dishes in the box. Judging from the sweet, sour and spicy dishes, they were to the Lu family's taste, which showed their care.

I have to say that when Du Wendong wants to act, no one can say no to him. Lu Yisheng ordered three bowls of bone soup and sat down to enjoy them.

Li Yanshi fed Lu Sisi a mouthful of milk, looked at Lu Duocai for a while, then at Lu Yi, closed her eyes, opened them again, and suddenly said:

"Lao Lu, are we just going to eat like this?" Are you eating into your daughter's affairs too? Li Yanshi didn't say the last part of this sentence, but as a couple who have been together for decades, how could they not understand each other's meaning?

Lu Duocai choked twice, glanced at Li Yanshi, and said unhappily:

"How else can I eat it if not this way? Okay, okay, don't worry. My daughter's affairs have always been the most important to me. I know my limits. Okay, eat yours."

Li Yanshi's eyebrows were wrinkled as if they were fighting. She looked at the fragrant soup in front of her without any appetite and fed it to Lu Sisi one spoonful after another.

After a while, she turned her head to look at Lu Yi and suddenly called out, "Yier."

"Mom, my dad said he has a plan. Don't worry. Just eat. Don't resist such delicious food." Lu Yi, who was mentally prepared, concentrated on eating.

She could understand Li Yanshi's anxiety, but to her, divorce was not a big deal that required careful consideration or worry.

"Bring the wine." Mr. Lu, who had just finished his soup in the private room, started clamoring for wine, and in the busy big private room over there, he also started calling for the waiter.

"You! Go get your store's best wine and give each table a jar!"

"Wendong, Wendong." Zhang Cuifen looked anxious, hesitant to speak, and called out again and again.

"Everyone, eat as much as you can. You are not allowed to leave until you finish your wine!" After Du Wendong said this, Zhang Cuifen pulled his sleeve and forcibly dragged him to a corner.

"Mom, why are you pulling me? I'm entertaining guests."

"Why am I pulling you? Don't you know why I'm pulling you?" Zhang Cuifen glanced around quietly and said in a tone of disappointment:

"Listen to what you're saying! How can you spend money like that? This is Jixiang Restaurant, not a roadside stall. Son, are you drunk?"

Du Wendong laughed twice, waved his hand nonchalantly, and lowered his voice. In a good mood, he lowered his head and explained, "Mom, your son is not a fool. Why would I do such a thing?"

"Then you still..."

Du Wendong came closer and whispered, "My wife's father has said that this feast will be paid for by someone else. Mom, don't worry about the money. It's not our own money anyway. It's so rare to have so much good wine and food. Please eat more! Don't save for your son."

"Well, we can't let these outsiders get away with it. Jixianglou is so expensive." Zhang Cuifen's voice weakened, and she seemed to be convinced.

She had originally planned to extort money from Lu's father for the banquet, since his daughter was at home anyway... But since he had said he would pay, there was no need to be too frugal.

"They are not our family anyway. It doesn't matter who spends the money. We can spend as much as we can. It's ours only when we eat it." Du Wendong spread his hands, with a calculating gleam in his eyes.

"That's true. My son is really smart. When you were little, someone told me you were destined to be the top scholar. I knew that person was right. The happiest thing in my life is that I got pregnant with you and raised you."

Zhang Cuifen had a bright smile on her face. She sat back at the table and saw Du Xiaowan eating with her mouth full of oil. Then she remembered that Du Xiaowan had asked for leave, and her face suddenly became a little gloomy.

"Eat, eat, eat, all you know is to eat. You're such a grown-up, but you don't even pick up some good food for Qingyun. You're so heartless! How could I have given birth to someone as selfish as you?"

Zhang Cuifen cursed under her breath, but when she thought of her son's words and saw the old sisters grabbing the meat with great effort, she no longer felt sorry for the money and called the waiter to add more plate of delicious dishes.

The daylight gradually dimmed, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves as the chopsticks rose and fell.

In the evening, when everyone had eaten and drunk their fill and left, the only ones left were Du Wendong's classmates and a few sisters who were close to Zhang Cuifen.

"Mr. Du, you seem to have enjoyed the meal and drinks. Would you like to settle the bill?" The butler came forward with a smile and bowed slightly.

Du Wendong glanced at the bill and said with a big tongue, "Okay, wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

The servant waiting on the side had a slightly changed expression and was about to speak, but the housekeeper stopped him with a disapproving hand.