This explanation made Xia Sichen blink. His old man said they needed a good talk. About what?
Now that Wenjin wasn't around, he thought he'd dig into his dad's heart and see if there was anything his dad wanted to share.
He placed the wine jar on the table, grabbed two large bowls, filled them, and said, "Dad, you didn't tell me before that you had something big to discuss. But no worries, Wenjin can't hold her liquor, so it's just us drinking and chatting!"
Xia Wanqing had just raised his bowl when Xia Sichen immediately clinked it and said, "Dad, the folks in our village drink from big bowls and eat big chunks of meat. I'll finish this, you do as you please!" Then he gulped down the bowl of wine.
Xia Wanqing laughed and scolded, "You brat, pushing your old man like this! Talking about drinking big bowls and eating big chunks, then telling me to do as I please? What nonsense is that?"
This brat was playing tricks in front of him.
But he didn't mind and downed the bowl of wine.
