The dinner table at the Liu Family Courtyard has always been lively.
Even if there was more Duan Ting, who was defeated in the eyes of some people, he did not lower the upsurge.
As for his identity, everyone at the table knows his identity, but no one deliberately mentions it.
The identity thing can't arouse any splashes in the Liu family compound.
I've seen all kinds of big people, big guys, and I've seen many.
Compared with the rule of yelling from the prince to the emperor, calling the name directly, called the young man, is more cordial and smoother in the eyes of the elders.
At the same time, it can easily eliminate the sense of strangeness and distance that have not been seen for many years.
Here, everyone is the same ordinary person.
The expressions of the people in the Liu family compound were as usual, but Duan Ting sat in the table, but his mood was repeatedly shaken.
If he remembers correctly, the silver-haired woman sitting diagonally across from him is the empress dowager who once had a relationship in Nanling Palace!
There is also the old man holding a little girl next to the empress dowager. His mother is the famous Nanling God of War Qin Xiao!
Not dead!
The whole thing is hiding in this compound and scaring him! The two also gave birth to a baby!
The food is delicious, Duan Ting tastes the same as chewing wax in his mouth.
The whole world dared to do such a thing that was struck by thunder from the sky, really, only Feng Qingbai.
He can't beat a horse.
Impressed.
I just don't know if Emperor Nanling knew about this, would he jump out of the tomb with anger.
After countless baptisms of gaze, Feng Qingbai finally raised his eyes and looked at this side faintly.
Duan Tingruo withdrew his gaze without incident.
He will never provoke this pervert.
He swears again.
"Uncle Duan, if you don't eat, hurry up, there will be no more food later, my second uncle, Aunt Hong, and Uncle Lan are very fierce." There was a childish voice, Xiao Pangdun raised his face next to him to remind He kindly gave him a chicken head.
"Thank you." Duan Ting said.
Xiaopangdun squinted and said, "You're welcome." When Uncle Duan ate chicken head, the whole table could lose one competitor.
Suddenly, there was a shadow of chopsticks on the dinner table. During the period, several chopsticks struck with a crisp sound could be heard. After the chopsticks were retracted, a plate of chicken was fried with celery, leaving only celery.
Duan Ting closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look straight.
"Croton, pay attention to table etiquette." Liu Yusheng groaned.
"Mother, I'm just like this at home. If I don't grab it, my second uncle and Aunt Hong won't be fragrant." Croton pouted.
This is true.
There are no major events in the village on weekdays, and there are very few trivial things. The three heroes of Second Uncle, Aunt Hong and Uncle Lan are useless. They can only show off their skills at the dinner table and use chopsticks to compare their skills.
If they don't grab, they will wilt.
Liu Yusheng turned his head, held his forehead, and sighed.
The ethos of the family cannot be changed.
The woman was unlovable, and amused all the people at the table. Even Li Ruibai followed with her lips raised and laughed, and she couldn't help but laugh.
Duan Ting's eyes were dazzled by the flash of smiling flowers. Since he became the emperor, she has never smiled in front of him, and she has rarely seen her face.
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Farmers eat quickly, and they don’t take a slack and tidy way.
Eating and drinking can be solved within a quarter of an hour after a meal.
In the end, there are three or two good wines left, holding the wine in the glass that has been reluctant to finish drinking, peeling a pile of peanuts, and drinking while chatting.
This is another extreme, just such a small cup, the masters can drink for half an hour, and there is still left in the last cup.
The elder Bei Cang, who is ignorant and ignorant, has seen it.