Ran Ran looked nervously at the shrimp on his plate for fear that if he didn't pay attention, he would be preempted by ANN and Xiao Jichi.

"Ranran, don't worry. Your brothers can't eat you. You can eat slowly and don't worry."

Pei Ge looked at the three cute treasures and tried hard to eat the shrimp on his plate. Zhang Manhua was really good at cooking shrimp, but looking at the way the three cute treasures ate like this, Pei Ge couldn't help feeling a faint worry.

"Greg, don't worry, tell them."

Zhang Manhua saw the worry in Peige's eyes and said comfortingly, "you don't listen to grandma?"

"Listen."

Ranran is a sound from the throat.

"Of course."

Ann and Jichi swallowed all the shrimp meat in their mouth, and then answered Zhang Manhua's words.

"OK, then promise grandma that you can't eat any more after eating two more shrimps."

With a smile in her voice, Zhang Manhua looked at the three cute treasures, stopped their actions, looked up at her, and all showed a look of panic.

"Why, grandma, your shrimp is so delicious that I haven't had enough."

Ran Ran raised his head, his cheeks on both sides were full, and his speech was vague. He just had to work hard to identify what Ran Ran Ran said.

"Because no matter how delicious things are, you can't eat so much. You have to learn to restrain yourself."

Zhang Manhua's words are earnest and sincere. At the moment, she is more like the glory of an old man. Her kind face is full of earnest instructions to her younger generation, but she is so gentle.

"I see."

Ranran nodded, but it didn't mean that she was going to give up so many shrimps in front of her. She got them by herself in the process of competition between her two brothers. These were her booty.

She doesn't have to eat so much shrimp, but she can eat other dishes.

After a while, the three cute treasures had a round belly. They all put down their chopsticks and ran to the sofa on the side of the living room to play.

There are still three adults on the dinner table drinking. Zhang Manhua has been slightly drunk. Although he has not yet reached the point of walking and shaking, he has the feeling of double shadow when looking at people's shadow in front of him, and has always regarded Qu Xiujie as Ji Ziming.

"I said to Ziming, you should treat my family well. She sometimes has a hard mouth, but her heart is soft."

"Zi Ming, you must be good to Ge Ge."

"Ziming, is this... Is this your glass? Let's touch one!"

……

Not completely drunk, Zhang Manhua is about to lie unconscious on the table.

"Madam!"

Chamberlain Charlie was quick eyed and quick at hand. He had already run to Zhang Manhua when Zhang Manhua was lying on the table for a second or two, but because Peige was there, he didn't take the next step.

"I take care of my mother here. Housekeeper Charlie, you can go and have a rest."

Peggy watched Charlie housekeeper run over and explained to him.

"Well, I'll go upstairs. If the lady wakes up, call me miss Peggy."

Charlie nodded and finally he could sleep safely.

"OK."

Peige verbally promised that after Charlie went upstairs to have a rest, Zhang Manhua sat up, looked at Qu Xiujie in front of him and said in a small voice, "I tell you, this Charlie housekeeper is very strict."

"Yes, if you don't get drunk and pretend to be there, I'm afraid he'll be waiting here all the time."

"Although he has a sense of responsibility, it's very tiring for him to take care of me all the time."

Zhang Manhua sat up and poured himself a glass of red wine. In his voice, he whined a trace of drunkenness, "Xiujie, are you still blaming me and mom for what happened in those years?"

Qu Xiujie was obviously stunned. Unexpectedly, what he said from Zhang Manhua's mouth was still involved in the past.

"I hated at that time, but I don't hate now."

Qu Xiujie is telling the truth. No matter how much hatred accumulates over time, it will gradually be wiped out by time, leaving only his best and simple memories. If it wasn't Zhang Manhua's return to Ali, if he didn't meet Peige. Qu Xiujie will think he has been like this.

This life is like this.

"Sorry."

Zhang Manhua had tears in her eyes. Pei Ge, who was sitting beside her, looked at her. The deepest string in her heart was easily moved. After her father's accidental death, she had always seen Zhang Manhua look like this.

When I saw Qu Xiujie today, Zhang Manhua's eyes were still full of tears, and his voice choked. I didn't stop seeing Qu Xiujie from the beginning. The whole person also sat in place all the time, and the red wine in the glass soon bottomed out.

"Mom, stop drinking. If you drink any more, you'll be really drunk."

Peige tried to take the glass from Zhang Manhua's hand, but found that Zhang Manhua held the glass so tightly that Peige didn't even have a chance to loosen it.

"I'm not drunk. I'm happy today, Ge Ge. You don't know. My mother always wanted to know who she was when she was a child, but your grandmother wouldn't tell me anything. When I was a child, I had a serious illness, and all my memories were gone. I just remember that I had a family, and my home was once very warm, but when I woke up from my dream, I had nothing but myself."

Zhang Manhua said quietly that in her world, the dark shadow of her childhood had always been around her. No one told her what to do or where to look for her memory.

She thought she would never find her family again, but she didn't expect to see her brother again in her lifetime. Even if she looked at it from a distance, it would easily make her satisfied.

"Mom..."

Peige's voice was choking. She knew too well what kind of psychological harm her mother had suffered in her childhood. She might not be able to accept it, but she was not her mother.

"Ge Ge, pour the wine for your uncle, and mom will have a good drink with your uncle."

Zhangmanhua's eyes were whirling. Looking at Qu Xiujie, there were three figures exactly like Qu Xiujie.

"Xiujie, why do you have a face?"

Zhang Manhua's voice is full of laughter, but it sounds very moving.

"Sister, stop drinking. We met today, not for you to drink."

Qu Xiujie also found something wrong with Zhang Manhua. Since she sat at the dinner table, there has not been much red wine in the glass.