"Brother, your intentions are always remembered by me, rest assured! I actually know everything that's going on," Song Yuantao saw through Song Yuanhuan's thoughts, aware that he truly didn't mind, but he also knew how much his younger brother helped him. So, he didn't continue talking about it. After all, they were brothers. Talking too much would seem too formal. Thinking of this, Song Yuantao simply smiled naively and moved on.
Drinking among men is actually quite simple. Whatever it is, three drinks at the table usually settle it. Plus, with the brothers' relationship being so harmonious and not having seen each other for a year, occasionally speaking some caring words and catching up on each other's lives over the past year could lead to a long chat while drinking and eating, which was very lively.
The women and children finished their dinner much quicker compared to the men who were drinking and dining. The men were still at the table, continuing to sip their drinks.
