"Uncle, let me do it." On this side, except for Jiang Jinsang, Jiang Chengsi was the youngest, they couldn't let the patient busy himself, so he stood up proactively, to help open the wine bottle and pour the wine one by one.
Except for the children and Jiang Jinsang, it was Tang Wan, Shen Zhixian—they all had a small cup of wine poured for them. Good Days, one should drink a bit.
Not being able to drink wasn't really the issue, but looking at the table full of dishes, Jiang Jinsang slowly curled his lips, finally getting rid of those tasteless meals. Before he could enjoy much longer, the grandmom with a sweeping gesture called over the family's servants:
"Bring Xiaowu's meal."
"Mine?" Jiang Jinsang frowned.
