Li Er couldn't help but mumble when he arrived at the dinner table. This was only the second time his wife had told him to drink more and drink to his heart's content. The previous time was already many years ago.0

He saw that Chen Ping'an was purposely suppressing his fist intent, with his cheeks quickly flushing red after having two or three cups of wine. Li Er felt like something was amiss. What was this? Chen Ping'an was trying to get drunk and fall asleep so that he could avoid as many feasts of fists as possible? However, this seemed quite unlike Chen Ping'an.1

In any case, Li Er was very happy that someone was willing to drink to their heart's content with him. Thus, he raised a leg and placed his foot on the bench. He leaned forward and was just about to grab some stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots that was placed far away from him, yet Aunt Liu immediately glared at him and gave him a scolding, telling him to act like a proper senior. 1

Li Er felt extremely vexed, but he had no option but to put his leg down and sit in a proper manner. He had never seen her act so pedantically in the past, and she generally wouldn't care when he occasionally had a few cups of wine to drink. This had always been the case in their household, and Li Huai had liked to squat on the bench and munch on chicken drumsticks and pork knuckle when he was little. They didn't have any so-called family teachings either,...0