Chapter 1513: Aunt doesn't agree 3

1513: Word Stacks Level 1513 Answers
Song Changwen carefully prepared to speak, and the voice of Grandpa Chen grabbed in front of her. "Changlin, today you have to have a few drinks with Grandpa. My old man has no hobbies or requirements, so he drinks."
Song Changlin looked at Father Chen and nodded with a smile, "OK."
While they were talking, the dishes had been brought to the table.
Song Changlin put Lin Xiaoyu down, and the little boy ran all over the field. The Chen family also brought a few children, and he happened to be company.
Song Changlin watched Xiaoyu meet with the rest of the children, then smiled and retracted his eyes.
Then he held up the wine glass and first respected Mr. Chen.
...
The old man was a soldier, and in the north, he had an alarming amount of alcohol.
Drinking with young people like Song Changlin is not weak at all, not at all negligent.
And Song Changlin usually only drinks red wine, and white wine is rarely sprayed, so he is not used to drinking white wine.
His face turned red after a few glasses of wine.
The old man is just fine, everyone sighs that he is well.
"This old man is old and his bones are still so tough."
"Every morning and evening, keep on exercising, young and young may not be able to match him."
"Just look at it."
The father-in-law's two daughters-in-law and Song Changwen chatted without a word.
Song Changlin and the old man are still drinking.
Song Changwen watched Song Changlin's face turn redder. She was distressed and worried that he couldn't bear it. She wanted to find a topic to distract the old man's attention. "Chang Lin, if you drink it, you will be exposed to the old man."
Everyone chats, drinks and chats, it's not so hurtful.
The old man straightened his waist, and his hearty voice said, "I just want to see what he has."
At this moment, Lin Xiaoyu interjected suddenly, "Is Xiaoyu round?"
Gu Nianjia: "..."
Can you talk less about adults, especially out of context?
Isn't he playing with other kids over there?
Gu Nianjia frowned and looked at Lin Xiaoyu. He asked for a bowl at another table. The bowl was filled with meat, chicken, fish, beef.
The mouth is full of oil.
She couldn't help laughing and crying. She got up and wiped his napkin. "Look at what you look like. Don't say I'm your aunt when you go out."
Xiaoyu asked curiously, "What are you then?"
Gu Nianjia: "..."
This brain circuit, if she stayed with him for a long time, she would really collapse.
Song Changlin's eyes also looked at Lin Xiaoyu. He squinted drunkenly and waved to the little guy, "Little fish come to me."
Xiaoyu ran to Song Changlin nicely, "Xiao."
Song Changlin clamped him up and sat on his lap, pinching his small face pettifully, "I'm not a small cricket."
No one else.
Xiaoyu's gaze was on a table, "I want to eat that."
It seems that there is already a goal, the small hand accurately points to a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs.
Song Changlin nodded, "OK."
This sound is good, let people hear the feeling of Baiyibaishun.
Song Feifei said in a sour voice: "My uncle is better at small fish than my deeper brother is at small fish."
Mrs. Song's face sank, and she turned to stare at Song Feifei. "No one treats you dumb if you don't talk."
Although the sound was low, everyone on the table heard it.
Song Changlin and Lin Yi shallow, the rumors spread outside the public, everyone knows, the people of the Chen family naturally also know.
(End of this chapter)