Wang Zhengguo cradled Fubao in one arm and waved with the other, "Most of you are older than me; how can I take the seat of honor? Today is Xibao's birthday, so let's sit according to age, with the eldest taking the seat of honor."
He wasn't ignorant or uncouth, how could he be rude?
Apart from two schoolteachers, the others were all luminaries of the academic world, faces that, in the past, he wouldn't have even been able to see.
Now that they had fallen on hard times, treating them well would be a way for him to build good karma for the Wanglou Brigade and his family. After all, fortunes change: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west." Besides, the folks of the Wanglou Brigade all listened to him, and it wasn't as if he had anything to lose.
Wen Ruyu was the eldest and also Feng Qingxue's teacher, so everyone unanimously urged him to take the seat of honor.