A roomful of flowers and plants sat together in cheerful harmony.
Zheng Xixi had brought two bottles of Château Angélus, which looked out of place among the home-cooked dishes, but nobody minded. Sun Xiangxiang, especially, clamored for a taste of wealth and could not even wait for the wine to breathe.
"Can Little Bai drink?"
"It's fine." Ding Ding brought out a few glasses. "Let him try some."
After several rounds of food and wine, Auntie Zhou ran out of energy. While nobody was looking, she got up and went into the courtyard to let the wine wear off.
The newly planted bougainvillea in the courtyard had sprouted. Auntie Zhou watched it for a while, then suddenly stepped forward, pinched off a little green shoot, and crushed it between her fingers.
"You've got it easy now. How much do I even make, and you expect me to burn money for you!?"
"That daughter-in-law husband of yours..." Auntie Zhou laughed at the title that had slipped out. "He's rich. Have him burn it for you from now on."
"Little Bai's doing well now. You can stop worrying..."
Inside, apart from Zheng Wang, who was still a few months shy of adulthood and could not drink, everyone's face was flushed.
Sun Xiangxiang was talkative even on an ordinary day, and drinking only made her worse. All the filthy things she could never keep to herself came spilling out one after another.
Holding Little Bai's hand, she passed on everything she had learned over her years of reading fiction.
Listening beside them, Ding Ding grew increasingly uneasy. These... these were all supposed to be his lines!
"Little Bai doesn't need to learn that."
Being petty, Ding Ding pulled Little Bai over and switched seats with him. "Stop filling his head with nonsense."
"Hehe."