"Then let's hope you're right. Xiao Bao, hurry up and refill your uncle and aunt's cups." The old lady glanced over and saw her son, chopsticks in hand, single-mindedly stuffing his face. A flicker of irritation rose in her heart. But she knew her own son; he wasn't one for words. Expecting him to show some initiative on his own would be a long wait indeed. So, she had no choice but to order him about.
Fortunately, while the boy wasn't good at handling social situations, he was obedient. The moment his mother spoke, he quickly picked up the small wine pot and refilled his uncle and aunt's cups.
"Haha, let's not talk about that. Everyone, please, dig in! Chatting shouldn't get in the way of eating. My Little Si made all these dishes, so you can't let them go to waste." The old lady adjusted her expression and, smiling again, urged everyone to eat and drink their fill.
