"Grandma, I'll serve a bowl for you."
"Is this for Xiaowu? What about me?"
"I made a lot; there's enough for everyone."
...
As the two spoke, everyone else gradually got up, but unusually, Jiang Chengsi, who was so drunk last night, got up really early today.
"You're up so early today? Did you wake up because you smelled the soup? You're lucky to have such a good nose," the old lady laughed; the person in question usually slept in late.
"Uncle Tang, Miss Shen." Jiang Chengsi didn't expect them to be there and greeted them politely.
"Fourth Brother, want some soup?"
Upon seeing Jiang Chengsi, Tang Wan felt somewhat guilty, thinking about the bump from the night before; judging from the sound of it, she knew it wasn't light.
"I'll serve myself." Jiang Chengsi didn't like to be waited on.
"Look at your eyes, all red with bloodshot. Did you go out drinking again last night?" the old lady frowned, "Drink less in the future."
"I know."
