Chapter 244: The Big Brother Doesn't Like to Talk, the Big Brother Just Wants to Eat

Upon hearing that, Chen Yunyun froze.

She turned her head to glance at the little girl, and her gaze instantly softened.

"Sure, I'll get you some."

The little girl thought for a moment, then said in a sweet baby voice.

"Thank you, Yunyun."

That move was basically something she'd just learned and was already putting on display.

Chen Yunyun smiled. "You're welcome."

The little girl cupped her bowl, taking small bites of rice. She glanced at Chen Yunyun, then at the dishes, then at Wang Yuhe, and finally at Jiang Nian.

She seemed a little curious why the big brother wasn't talking.

Because the big brother wants to eat. Don't force the brother to quiz you on arithmetic.

Jiang Nian was indifferent to all this — he just wanted to eat.

The traditional wedding banquet dishes at a small county-town hotel were different from the countryside fare at Little Dragon Pool. The county's old gentlemen had their three highs, so the flavors were milder.

Still, he preferred big fish and big meat. Because he was Gao San, and had no taboos at all.

The brat at the next table was already standing on his chair, waving his chopsticks and yelling loudly. On the white jade plate, playing house — red, white, runny, chopped, everything was there.

Jiang Nian pulled his gaze back and looked at his own side.

Mm. Quiet, peaceful years.

Jiang Nian focused single-mindedly on picking dishes. Although there was a whole table of food, he could basically only reach the small fan-shaped spread right in front of him — so well-mannered.

There were no old fossils at the table; the few young people were all on their phones.

The only child was also quietly sitting there, scooping rice from her own bowl.

Even the grains of rice that fell on the table she'd pick up, and in her sweet baby voice ask Chen Yunyun where the trash can was.

Honestly, she was normal to a slightly excessive degree.

A person just can't have things go too smoothly — it's pathetic.

Even Jiang Nian himself felt like causing a scene.

Yunyun, I want to eat this! I want to eat this! (Twisted crawling) (Smashing plates) (Flipping the table)

After a while, Wang Yuhe typed a message on her phone and sent it to Jiang Nian.

"Jiang Nian, help me spin that dish over on your side, will you?"

She didn't want to spin it herself, because she was too embarrassed.

"No way, I'm too lazy to spin it either." Jiang Nian flatly refused. "Spin it yourself, and remember to stop the pork knuckle in front of me when you're done."

"You—" Wang Yuhe was nearly furious, but still typed softly: "You spin it for me, and I'll say thank you."

"No need, because I'm a rather mean person."

The rules in Zhennan were strict — basically it was always my lord who spun the table. Or a child would make a request, and the adult would spin the table with a doting look; a Gao Zhongsheng would basically freeze up and not speak.

In fact, if Jiang Nian were Wang Yuhe—

He would ask the child at the table what she wanted to eat, and no matter what the little girl said—

He'd first sneakily spin the dish he wanted in front of himself, take a chopstickful, then ask again.

Back and forth like that, and the table would start spinning.

But at this table there were no old fossils or middle-aged fossils either — no one would pull a face over some rule.

After all, times had changed; young people only followed public order and good customs.

Even so, before Jiang Nian's table started eating, they still wordlessly waited for the oldest person at the table — that twenty-seven-or-eight-year-old — to pick up his chopsticks first, and only then began freely picking dishes.

Wang Yuhe couldn't stand it, gritted her teeth, and wanted to spin the table.

But the moment her hand approached the glass turntable, it was as if a thousand-pound pendant had been hung on it.

She couldn't reach any further, and her hand dropped weakly.

Chen Yunyun couldn't bear to watch anymore, and was just about to ask—

When suddenly she heard some movement up ahead, looked up, and saw it was the bride and groom coming to toast.

Someone walked over from the front, seemingly about to leave the hotel.

Chen Yunyun didn't pay it any mind at first. But a quick glance and she realized the person looked familiar.

Looking closer, she froze — the person reeking of alcohol in front of her was their homeroom teacher!

She immediately panicked. Although she didn't know what she was panicking about, she really did feel guilty.

"Jiang Nian."

Jiang Nian was still watching to see if Wang Yuhe had the courage to spin the table, when suddenly he heard someone call him.

"Mm?"

Chen Yunyun stared at the approaching homeroom teacher, unable to speak. Jiang Nian noticed something was off about her expression.

Following her gaze backward, he also saw Old Liu.

More precisely, a beet-red Old Liu.

A middle-aged man's flushed face beats any show of dedication to his job.

You still have first period class this afternoon, damn it!

What the hell are you doing!

Under Chen Yunyun's shocked gaze, Jiang Nian stood up directly.

She thought Jiang Nian was going to run, or dodge the homeroom teacher, and her heart eased slightly.

After all, in this kind of situation, no one could really explain things clearly.

Who would have thought Jiang Nian would retreat only to advance — with one supporting grip, he apprehended Old Liu.

"Alright, Teacher, are you this drunk?"

Old Liu had originally been in great spirits today, drinking at a wedding banquet—the groom was a friend he got along with well privately.

The man had stayed single until his thirties before getting married, and his parents were over the moon.

Old Liu had drunk until he was a bit tipsy, and was planning to go to the front desk to grab a hot towel.

Someone suddenly darted out from beside him, and a single word—Teacher—nearly scared him into impotence on the spot.

It's not just students who dread running into their teachers outside of school; some teachers don't want to run into their students outside of school either.

Especially when they have class in the afternoon, yet are drunk.

After all, no one can explain this kind of situation clearly.

"Jiang Nian, why are you here?"

"Drinking at a wedding banquet, didn't you have class this afternoon, Teacher?" Jiang Nian struck first, launching a soul-level interrogation. "First period this afternoon, and the teacher's drunk like this."

"Ah, this, you don't know the full story." Old Liu's tongue was a bit thick, but he was still lucid. "This teacher here can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, this little bit is nothing."

"Teacher, I think you're about to fall."

"Nonsense."

"By the way, Teacher, where were you headed again?"

"Front desk to grab a... uh."

"A hot towel, right? Let's go, Teacher, I'll help you over. I'm here to grab one too."

Chen Yunyun's mouth fell slightly open as she watched Jiang Nian lead the homeroom teacher away. By the time Jiang Nian returned, he had four extra towels in his hands.

Yang Qiming had eaten until he was half-full, and the person beside him tore open a pack of cigarettes and started passing them around.

He took one smoothly and tucked it behind his ear.

Huang Cailang, not quite sure what was going on but sensing it was impressive, also took a cigarette and tucked it behind his ear.

He didn't know what use it was, and he didn't smoke, but copying what others did surely couldn't be wrong.

"Which family's youngster are you? (dialect)" The old man's hair and beard were pure white; he took a sip of baijiu. "I'm really old now, don't recognize a single youngster."

Yang Qiming thought for a moment, then gave his own father's name.

The old man's face went blank, and he shook his head.

"Don't remember."

Suddenly, Yang Qiming realized something, and a light bulb went off in his head.

"My grandfather is Yang Junmin."

"Ah! Your grandfather, I know him." The old man's face lit up with sudden understanding, and he set down his wine cup. "Back in the day, there was someone I had my eye on, and your grandfather snatched her away."

Hiss~~ Huang Cailang inwardly sucked in a cold breath.

He turned his head stiffly to look at Yang Qiming, thinking to himself, was Brother Yang's grandfather that fierce back in the day?

Whatever, eat a few more bites.

So, Yang Qiming handled the chatting, while Huang Cailang seized the chance to eat hard.

Huang Cailang was eating happily when suddenly his leg under the table was patted by someone.

After being interrupted, he looked up and saw that something was off about Yang Qiming's expression.

The other man kept signaling with his eyes for him to look at his phone. He opened his phone and looked.

Yang: "Shit, we're at the wrong banquet."

Huang Cailang was dumbfounded, thinking, wasn't Brother Yang just chatting happily with the old man a moment ago?

Under the table, he anxiously typed with one hand, while his other hand hurriedly picked up another piece of steamed pork with rice flour.

"Bro, what's going on?"

Yang: "Let's talk outside, things are tight, let's bail."

At the table, the middle-aged man saw the old man's cigarette was almost finished, and instinctively reached for his lighter.

"Huh? Where's my lighter?"

"Probably dropped on the floor, I've got one here." Another middle-aged man said, pulling out a cigarette. "Old man, let me light it for you."

Seeing that everyone's eyes at the table were focused on the person lighting the cigarette, Yang Qiming smoothly stood up, and Huang Cailang stood up too.

"Where's the restroom around here?"

"Bro, should be that way."

The two of them slipped away, walking out of the banquet hall.

In the empty corridor, Huang Cailang let out a long breath, and his tense body finally relaxed.

"Bro, that was way too close just now."

Yang Qiming gave a slight smile and said contemptuously.

"Quite the opposite."

Under Huang Cailang's puzzled gaze, Yang Qiming opened his tightly clenched fist.

Only to see his palm open, slowly revealing a... plastic lighter!

"Holy shit?"

Still in shock, Huang Cailang glanced back at the banquet and sighed.

"Bro, let's go."

"Go?" Yang Qiming glanced at his underling. "You full?"

"Not yet."

"Then there you go, let's go, come eat with me."

"But didn't we just..."

"Of course the other side — why would we not eat after paying?" Yang Qiming snapped his fingers; in truth, he hadn't eaten his fill either.

"Let's go, let's go, find somewhere else to eat."

At the wedding banquet, Ceng You suddenly put down his chopsticks and patted his face.

*Pat pat pat. *

This abstract gesture caught Wu Jun Gu's attention. She turned her head, looked at him in confusion, and asked.

"What are you doing?"

"Sigh, I really can't stay up late anymore." Ceng You shook his head. "I just now actually heard Yang Qiming and Huang Cailang's voices — I'm already starting to have auditory hallucinations."

Wu Jun Gu was a bit speechless. She looked around.

"It's possible they really did come, we just didn't see them."

"Fine then, I'll go take a look." Ceng You stood up, left his seat, and said, "The banquet is only half over, they must still be here, probably somewhere near us."

Wu Jun Gu felt this was a bit neurotic, but then thinking of Ceng You, she felt it was very reasonable.

"Then go ahead."

After a while, Ceng You came back drenched in sweat. The instant he sat down, his face went pale.

"No, I didn't even see anyone from our school, but—"

"Uh, probably just auditory hallucinations." Wu Jun Gu didn't think much of it and continued calmly eating.

"I'm done for, about to die." Ceng You swallowed hard and let out a long sigh to the heavens. "I don't have much inheritance, those two big power banks are yours."

Wu Jun Gu: "."

He was a person of mild, unhurried temperament, and didn't know how to comfort others. After agonizing for a long time, he squeezed out one sentence.

"What's done is done, let's eat first."

Huang Cailang followed behind Yang Qiming, listening to him report names, ready for a second bloom.

They actually got in smoothly.

The server led the way attentively in front, turning back as he spoke.

"Those few tables are full, there's one over there with fewer people."

"Alright, thanks." Yang Qiming said.

"You're welcome."

Huang Cailang trudged along behind, silently giving Yang Qiming a thumbs-up in his heart. He thought, Brother Yang truly is someone who's seen big occasions — handling things is just steady.

"This way, here we are." The server said.

Yang Qiming still wore a smile, just about to say thanks.

He turned his head and froze.