The mother-in-law spoke at the opportune moment, then began piling more food into Sun Dasheng's bowl.
"That's enough, Auntie, you're being too kind. My bowl is already full," Sun Dasheng said, hastily lifting his bowl to dodge her chopsticks.
After dinner, the women went to clean up the dishes and cutlery while the men sat on the sofa chatting. Of course, Yang Xintian was not among the women clearing the table. Instead of sitting with her father, she plunked herself down right beside Sun Dasheng.
"Tian Tian, that's rude. Come sit over here with Daddy, you're crowding Uncle Sun," Yang Fei said, gesturing for his daughter to come over.
His words had no effect on her. "I'm just absorbing some of Uncle Sun's wealthy aura. I'll bring it home and pass it on to you, Dad."
Her comment made the others chuckle.
"Dad, I bet you don't know this, but Uncle Sun lives in the same residential complex as us," Yang Xintian announced.
"Oh? What a coincidence?" Yang Fei said, surprised.
