Good heavens, this meal was far more lavish than anything served during the Lunar New Year. Eight dishes and one soup, and every single one was a substantial, hearty course.
While things were lively and harmonious inside Chen Mo’s place, Shazhu and his wife were staring each other down in a cold war, with only young He Jianshe eating his meal in peace.
Yi Zhonghai, carrying two bottles of fine liquor, headed toward Shazhu’s home.
Chapter 139