The family sat around the square dining table in the restaurant, eating merrily.
The lady was drinking red wine, and the two men were drinking baijiu. Ding Mi has an exam tomorrow, so she was poured a glass of milk just for her.
Xi Zheng watched with wide eyes as the glass by her hand, which initially contained only a little baijiu, was filled to the brim by An Zhihe, as if he was pouring free tap water. It's a sign of respect when an elder pours a drink for a younger person, and Xi Zheng had no choice but to accept it gracefully. She had to act surprised and pleased as she picked up her glass and let him fill it.
An Chuyu couldn't stand it and reached out to stop him, "Xi Zheng can't drink alcohol, she still needs to drive back."
Xi Zheng turned to look at his wife, a soft smile flickering across his dark eyes.
"You can stay over tonight; I had Yin Mei clean your room during the day," An Zhihe said, putting down the bottle and glancing at his daughter.