"you… ?"
Su Yumei was so angry that she was about to scold him, but her mother knocked her chopsticks away.
"You are a reincarnated starving ghost. You don't want all the food and insist on taking it from your brother. Are you trying to make a name for yourself?"
"Mom, you are partial again." Su Yumei pouted and complained unhappily.
Her mother glared at her fiercely and said, "Shut up! Even so much food can't stop you from eating."
The old lady spat out a chicken bone and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand: "You are the elder sister, don't you know to give in to your brother?"
"How old are you? Are you ashamed to fight with your brother?"
The old man was tired of listening to them and interrupted them: "Alright, alright, stop arguing and eat!"
"Hmph, eat something else if you want." Su Yumei secretly glared at her brother Xiaowu, picked up the chopsticks to pick up other dishes to eat.
Su Qiao held a glass of red wine and sat calmly watching the excitement. Next to her, Dabao also followed her example, holding the glass and drinking red wine in small sips.
However, he frowned every time he took a sip.
After taking a few sips, he looked at Su Qiao with a bitter face and said, "It doesn't taste good. It's not as delicious as the roast chicken."
In fact, what he wanted to say was that this red wine could not compare with roast chicken. However, seeing that Su Qiao liked it so much, he was embarrassed to say it, for fear that she would be sad or unhappy.
Su Qiao felt both amused and helpless.
Red wine and roast chicken are not in the same category at all, how can they be compared
Besides, does he know the price of this wine
I guess this bottle of red wine is enough to buy a hundred roast chickens.
"If you don't like it, then don't drink it. Drink juice instead. It's sweet."
Dabao felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly put down his goblet and went to drink the freshly squeezed juice.
Su Qiao had just finished a glass of wine, and the people in the Su family were basically full, so the table was a mess.
What’s quite funny is that all the meat dishes are basically eaten up, but the vegetables are not even touched. They remain the same as when they were served.
Su Qiao smiled and didn't care. He signaled the waiter to come and clean up, and then took a group of people to the living room.
As soon as they entered the living room, the people from the Su family began to touch and look around.
From time to time, you can hear low exclamations and eyes filled with excitement.
It's like this house belongs to them.
Su Qiao noticed their expressions and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
This is when you are full and have the energy and time to think about other things.
She pulled Dabao to sit down and waited for them to finish looking around.
"Xiao Qiao, is this house of yours really yours?" The old lady sat down on the sofa and asked while carefully stroking the leather sofa.
When the others heard this, they quickly gathered around and all sat on the sofa.
Su Qiao lazily leaned on the back of the sofa, raised his eyebrows and said, "My name is written on the property deed, how could it be fake?"
“Then…then…” Uncle Su Kaiming clenched his fists tightly, so excited that he couldn’t even speak.
His wife Zhu Laifeng pushed him away with her fat body: "Go away, go away. You can't even speak clearly, why are you still blocking the way here?"
"Xiao Qiao, I haven't seen the property deeds for this city yet, can you let me see them?"
Su Qiao glanced at her, then passed his eyes over the other people who were craning their necks to wait to see, then he stood up and walked to the TV cabinet, took out the property deed and threw it on the coffee table.
“Look!”