บท 291: The Power of the Three Little Ones (2)

Wei Ting shot him a cold look. "Take it yourself!"

Xiaohu trembled. His father was so fierce today.

Xiaohu jumped off the chair resentfully and swung his head. "The young widow is going to visit the grave ~"

Wei Ting trembled. "Shut up! You're not allowed to listen to opera again!"

Xiaohu felt aggrieved.

What was wrong with listening to the show?

He learned so much!

Shouldn't his father praise him?

Dinner was corn flour steamed buns and a mandarin duck pot. Father Su and Su Ergou had the heavy spicy soup base. Su Xiaoxiao and the three little ones had the mushroom soup base. Wei Ting was not picky.

The family finished five catties of lamb chops, two catties of ribs, two catties of plum blossom meat, and a large plate of mushrooms and vegetables. Of course, there were also three dishes of their favorite lotus root and glutinous rice pearl balls.

This was not enough. She added some noodles.

The family was full.