Chapter 245 Big Brother Doesn’t Like to Talk, Big Brother Just Wants to Eat

Hearing this, Chen Yunyun was stunned.

She turned her head to look at the child, and her gaze instantly softened.

“Okay, I’ll get some for you.”

The little girl thought for a moment, then said in a childish voice,

“Thank you, Yunyun.”

This was a case of learning on the fly.

Chen Yunyun smiled, “You’re welcome.”

The little girl held her bowl, eating rice in small bites. 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 needed to eat, don’t force him to do math problems.

Jiang Nian was indifferent to this, he just wanted to eat.

The traditional wedding banquet dishes at the small county hotel were different from the traditional rural dishes in Xiaolongtan. The gentlemen in the county had high blood pressure, high blood sugar, and high cholesterol, so the taste was lighter.

However, he still preferred big fish and big meat, because he was in his third year of high school and had no taboos.

The naughty child at the next table was already standing on a chair, holding chopsticks and shouting loudly. The white jade plate was like a playhouse, with red, white, thin, and broken pieces everywhere.

Jiang Nian retracted his gaze and looked at his own side.

Hmm. The years were peaceful.

Jiang Nian focused solely on picking up dishes. Although there was a table full of food in front of him, he could basically only pick a small portion within the fan-shaped area directly in front of him, strictly adhering to the rules.

There were no elders at the table, and the few young people were all playing with their phones.

The only child was also quietly eating the rice in her bowl.

She even picked up the grains of rice that fell on the table and asked Chen Yunyun in a childish voice where the trash can was.

It was truly a bit too normal.

People just couldn’t have things go too smoothly; it was too annoying.

Jiang Nian himself wanted to make a fuss.

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

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

“Jiang Nian, can you pass me that dish over there?”

She didn’t want to turn it herself because she was embarrassed.

“No, I’m too lazy to turn it either.” Jiang Nian flatly refused, “You turn it yourself, and remember to stop the pork hock in front of me after you’re done.”

“You—” Wang Yuhe was almost exasperated, but still typed softly, “If you help me turn it, I’ll say thank you.”

“No need, because I’m a rather harsh person.”

The rules in Zhennan were quite strict; usually, adults turned the table. Or a child would make a request, and an adult would dotingly turn the table. High school students basically froze and didn’t speak.

In fact, if Jiang Nian were Wang Yuhe,

he would ask the child at the table what she wanted to eat. No matter what the little girl said,

he would secretly turn the dish he wanted to eat in front of him, take a chopstick-full, and then ask again.

Little by little, the table would start turning.

However, there were no old or middle-aged people at this table, so no one would show displeasure over some rules.

After all, times were different, and young people only followed public order and good customs.

Even so, before Jiang Nian’s table started eating, they implicitly waited for the oldest person, who was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, to pick up his chopsticks before they began to freely help themselves to the dishes.

Wang Yuhe couldn’t stand it and gritted her teeth, wanting to turn the table.

But as soon as her hand approached the glass turntable, it felt as if a thousand-pound weight was attached to it.

She couldn’t stretch her hand forward anymore, and her arm dropped powerlessly.

Chen Yunyun couldn’t watch anymore and was about to ask when,

suddenly, she heard a commotion from the front. She looked up and saw that the bride and groom were coming to toast.

Someone walked past, seemingly leaving the hotel.

Chen Yunyun initially didn’t pay attention. But a quick glance made her realize the person looked familiar.

Upon closer inspection, she was stunned; the person reeking of alcohol was her homeroom teacher!

She immediately panicked. Although she didn’t know why she was panicking, she did feel guilty.

“Jiang Nian.”

Jiang Nian was still observing whether Wang Yuhe had the courage to turn the table when he suddenly heard someone call him.

“Hmm?”

Chen Yunyun couldn’t speak, looking at the approaching homeroom teacher. Jiang Nian noticed her expression was off.

Following her gaze, he looked behind him and also saw Old Liu.

To be precise, it was a flushed Old Liu.

A middle-aged man’s red face surpassed all dedication to work.

You have class this afternoon, first period!

What are you doing!

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

She thought Jiang Nian was going to run or hide from the homeroom teacher, and her heart slightly relaxed.

After all, in this situation, no one could say for sure.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nian didn’t retreat but advanced, and with a helping hand, he ‘arrested’ Old Liu.

“Well, Teacher, you’re this drunk?”

Old Liu had originally been happily attending the wedding today; the groom was a good personal friend of his.

He had remained single until his thirties before getting married, and his parents were overjoyed.

Old Liu was a bit drunk and was planning to go to the front desk to get a hot towel.

Suddenly, someone popped up beside him, and a single ‘Teacher’ almost gave him erectile dysfunction.

Not only were students afraid of encountering teachers outside of school, some teachers also didn’t want to encounter students outside of school.

Especially when he had class in the afternoon but was drunk.

After all, in this situation, no one could say for sure.

“Jiang… Jiang Nian, why are you here?”

“Attending a wedding, of course. Don’t you have class this afternoon, Teacher?” Jiang Nian immediately launched a preemptive attack, beginning a Soul-searching question, “First period this afternoon, and Teacher is this drunk.”

“Ah, that, you don’t know.” Old Liu slurred a bit, but he was still conscious, “I, your Teacher, can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. This amount is nothing.”

“Teacher, I see you’re about to fall.”

“Nonsense.”

“By the way, Teacher, where were you going?”

“To the front desk to get a… uh…”

“A hot towel, right? Let’s go, Teacher, I’ll help you over. I also want one.”

Chen Yunyun’s mouth was slightly agape as she watched Jiang Nian lead the homeroom teacher away. When Jiang Nian returned, he had four towels in his hand.

Yang Qiming had eaten about half his fill, and someone next to him opened a pack of cigarettes and started offering them.

He casually took one and tucked it behind his ear.

Huang Cailang, though not understanding, also took a cigarette and tucked it behind his ear.

He didn’t know what it was for, and he didn’t smoke, but imitating was surely not wrong.

“Whose young man are you? (Dialect)” The old man’s hair and beard were pure white. He took a sip of white wine and said, “I’m really old, I don’t even recognize a single young man anymore.”

Yang Qiming thought about it and reported his father’s name.

The old man looked bewildered and shook his head.

“I don’t remember.”

Suddenly, Yang Qiming realized something and had a flash of inspiration.

“My grandfather is Yang Junmin.”

“Ah! I know your grandfather.” The old man suddenly understood, put down his wine glass, and said, “Back then, I had someone I liked, and your grandfather snatched her away.”

Hiss~~ Huang Cailang gasped in his heart.

He stared blankly at Yang Qiming, thinking, was Brother Yang’s grandfather that fierce back then?

Never mind, just eat a few more bites.

So, Yang Qiming was responsible for chatting, and Huang Cailang took the opportunity to eat heartily.

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

After being interrupted, he looked up and saw Yang Qiming’s strange expression.

The other person kept signaling him with his eyes to look at his phone. He opened his phone and saw:

Yang: “F*ck, we’re at the wrong banquet.”

Huang Cailang was confused, thinking, wasn’t Brother Yang just chatting happily with the old man?

He anxiously typed with one hand under the table, while his other hand hurriedly grabbed another piece of steamed pork with rice flour.

“Brother, what’s going on?”

Yang: “Let’s talk outside, the wind’s tight, let’s split.”

At the table, a middle-aged man saw that the old man’s cigarette was almost finished and subconsciously reached for his lighter.

“Hey? Where’s my lighter?”

“Probably fell on the floor, I have one here.” Another middle-aged man said, pulling out a cigarette, “Old man, I’ll light it for you.”

Seeing that everyone at the table was focused on the person lighting the cigarette, Yang Qiming took the opportunity to stand up, and Huang Cailang also stood up.

“Where’s the restroom here?”

“Brother, it should be over there.”

The two slipped away and walked out of the banquet hall.

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

“Brother, that was too close.”

Yang Qiming smiled slightly, disdainfully.

“Quite the opposite.”

Under Huang Cailang’s bewildered gaze, Yang Qiming opened his tightly clenched fist.

As his palm opened, it slowly revealed a… plastic lighter!

“Holy crap?!”

In shock, Huang Cailang looked back at the banquet and sighed.

“Brother, let’s go.”

“Go?” Yang Qiming looked at his junior, “Are you full?”

“No.”

“Then that’s it. Let’s go, come eat with me.”

“But we just…”

“Of course, it’s the other side. Why wouldn’t we eat when we’ve paid?” Yang Qiming snapped his fingers; he hadn’t eaten enough either.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s eat somewhere else.”

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

Clap, clap, clap.

This abstract action attracted Wu Jun’s attention. He turned to look at him in confusion and asked,

“What are you doing?”

“Sigh, I really can’t stay up late anymore.” Zeng You shook his head, “I just heard Yang Qiming and Huang Cailang’s voices; I’m already hallucinating.”

Wu Jun was a bit speechless and looked around.

“It’s possible they really came, we just didn’t see them.”

“Alright, I’ll go check.” Zeng You stood up and left his seat, saying, “The banquet is halfway through, they must still be here, probably near us.”

Wu Jun thought this was a bit neurotic, but then he thought of Zeng You and found it quite reasonable.

“Then you go.”

After a while, Zeng You returned, drenched in sweat. The moment he sat down, his face was pale.

“No, I didn’t even see anyone from our school, but…”

“Uh, maybe it’s a hallucination.” Wu Jun didn’t care much and continued to eat calmly.

“I’m finished, I’m dying.” Zeng You swallowed, looked up at the sky, and sighed, “I don’t have much of an inheritance, so those two large power banks are yours.”

Wu Jun: “.”

He was a gentle-natured person and didn’t know how to comfort others. After struggling for a long time, he finally managed to blurt out,

“Since things have come to this, let’s eat first.”

Huang Cailang followed behind Yang Qiming, listening to him give his name, preparing for a second attempt.

He actually managed to get in smoothly.

The waiter led the way attentively, turning back to say,

“Those few tables are full; there’s a table with fewer people over there.”

“Alright, thank you.” Yang Qiming said.

“You’re welcome.”

Huang Cailang followed silently behind, secretly giving Yang Qiming a thumbs up. He thought, Brother Yang is truly someone who has seen big occasions; he handles things with composure.

“This way, we’re here.” The waiter said.

Yang Qiming still had a slight smile on his face, just about to say thank you.

He turned his head and was stunned.