Before long, the little maid brought over two sets of clean bowls and chopsticks. Zhan Lan took them and placed them on the main seat.
Zhan Beicang thought of his deceased father Zhan Xinzhang, his eyes gradually reddening. Zhan Lan was a child with a very soft heart.
Today, she returned home for a reunion and set aside bowls and chopsticks for her deceased grandfather and grandmother.
Zhan Lan noticed the atmosphere among the family was quite oppressive. She smiled and said, "Big brother, during these negotiations with Eastern Wei, your identity as a military officer serves to intimidate them. Be cautious in all matters; this is a peace talk, not a time for fighting. If we resort to fighting, we've already lost."
"Yes, big brother understands." As Zhan Hui spoke with Zhan Lan, he quickly picked up a piece of braised pork for Chu Yin.
Zhan Lan clicked her tongue, "Big brother, if you're going to pick dishes for my sister-in-law, do it openly. What's there to be shy about!"