my grandfather was qin shi huang

Hu Hai felt as if someone had forcibly fed him a basketful of lemons, and he suddenly became extremely sour.

As a son, I have never had a meal with my grandson at a table since I was a child, but now, someone is actually sitting and having a meal with my grandson, chatting and laughing...

Seeing Hu Hai come in, Qin Shihuang casually glanced at the earthen jar in his hand and nodded slightly.

"Well, I'm interested——"

Among the several sons, this son is the youngest, and he has been with him the longest, so his relationship with him is naturally deeper. At this time, it is considered a filial piety to think of giving him a meal.

When Zhao Ying heard Hu Hai's voice, he quickly put down his bowls and chopsticks, stood up, and greeted Hu Hai enthusiastically. He took Hu Hai's hand and greeted Hu Hai.

"Hello, Uncle Eighteen. You're here just in time. Hurry, come sit down and have something to eat together..."

Hu Hai: ...

At this time, he discovered that sitting opposite the First Emperor was actually his great nephew Zhao Ying!

When did he become so close to Aweng?

Hu Hai felt as if he had seen a ghost.

However, how could Zhao Ying give him a chance to react?

Hu Hai was still confused when he felt a light touch in his hand. Zhao Ying grabbed the earthen pot he was carrying and casually placed it at the end of the table.

Then, an overwhelming force grabbed his shoulders without any explanation. His legs softened, and he couldn't help but kneel down next to the cases.

Happiness came unexpectedly, and I was suddenly eating at the same table with His Majesty!

He didn't know whether he should scold this bitch for being offensive or rude, or thank his eldest nephew for his rashness.

He wanted to just go with the flow, but he felt like something was wrong.

But Zhao Ying was so enthusiastic. Before he could react, he had already taken an unused large bowl from the side. He gave him a large bowl with soup and meat, and put it into his hand. Sai, while vigorously recommending his own radish stewed mutton.

"Uncle Eighteen, you are such a blessing. You came just in time. If you had come a little later, my eldest father and I would have eaten all the food. Come on, come on, come on, try my stew." Mutton, keep it safe if you want to eat it again..."

If he didn't take it, the steaming mutton soup in the bowl would spill into his arms.

Hu Hai hurriedly took it, but as soon as he put down the bowl, a pair of chopsticks were thrust directly into his hands.

Hu Hai: ...

He looked at the First Emperor at a loss, and the First Emperor nodded slightly, and then he felt relieved.

Looking at the First Emperor sitting opposite him, looking at his eldest nephew Zhao Ying whose enthusiasm made people feel uncomfortable, looking at the big steaming bowl in front of him and the chopsticks in his hand, Hu Hai was completely stunned.

What is going on? It seems to be completely different from what I expected, but it also seems to be somewhat the same.

I obviously came here to deliver food to Aweng!

Why did it become like this in a daze?

He couldn't understand, he wanted to lose his temper, he wanted to refuse, but what was the reason?

The eldest nephew in front of him was both polite and enthusiastic, and even pulled me to personally serve his uncle a meal. If my uncle loses his temper, wouldn't he be dishonest?

What will Aweng think when the time comes?

What will others think?

Do you still want the dignity of your uncle?

But if he just ate it obediently, he felt as if he was being manipulated, and felt unspeakably awkward in his heart.

For a moment, he didn't know how to deal with it.

Looking at Hu Hai, who was at a loss of ground, and whose rhythm was completely controlled by his grandson in just a few words, Qin Shihuang's eyes flashed slightly with disappointment, and he suddenly felt a little shaken by the possibility of his son inheriting the Qin Empire.

Even in such a small scene, we are at a loss. How to deal with the complex and ever-changing national situation in the future?

Hu Hai didn't know that because of his eldest nephew's enthusiasm and filial piety, he had already been deducted a lot of points from his own Aweng, because at this time, he was surrounded by his eldest nephew's enthusiasm and was a little breathless.

"Uncle Eighteen, you're welcome, you're welcome, you eat - come on, ah - open your mouth..."

As Zhao Ying said this, he took a chopstick of tender and juicy mutton, put it directly to Hu Hai's mouth, and then looked at Hu Hai expectantly.

It's so enthusiastic that it's unbelievable.

Where has Hu Hai experienced this?

In addition, sitting next to Zhao Ying, there was no place to hide. In order to avoid being punched in the face, he could only subconsciously open his mouth and let Zhao Ying force the punch into his mouth.

"Ugh-"

The force was a bit strong and almost hit my throat.

I didn't even taste the taste of the mutton, so I was forced to swallow it whole. If it weren't for the piece of mutton that Zhao Ying chose, which was plump and juicy and the stew itself was crispy and rotten, he would have almost choked.

At this moment, Hu Hai's face turned red and he was thinking of turning his back.

Damn it, is there such a thing as inviting someone to eat mutton?

"How about Uncle Eighteen? I didn't lie to you. Is it delicious or not..."

Face to face is the sincere and enthusiastic big eyes of my eldest nephew!

A breath of bad breath was trapped there for an instant, unable to come out.

Is this a question of whether it tastes good or not?

I suspect you are simply teasing me!

But what else can I do?

Although this bitch is hateful, as an elder, you can't say anything wrong with him. Isn't it wrong to be enthusiastic and filial?

Especially at this sensitive moment when the eldest brother has just been kicked out of Xianyang.

People in the world are staring at themselves. If you have lost his temper because of this little incident, maybe he will be scolded behind the back without being able to accommodate, and even his own nephew can not tolerate it. Xianyang, as an uncle, he eagerly started to make things difficult for his eldest brother's eldest son...

So, after working on it for a long time, I, as an uncle, still don’t understand it!

Hu Hai was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

"No, no, I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself..."

Seeing that his eldest nephew wanted to raise his chopsticks again, Hu Hai quickly refused, smiling dryly and quietly moving aside.

I can't afford to offend you, so I'll just avoid you!

Just enough.

This kind of thing must be settled as soon as possible.

He knew that his little move today would definitely not be hidden from the eyes of the First Emperor. But it should still be within the limit of what Qin Shihuang could tolerate. It can also be understood as a prank played by a child on his uncle. Although it is a bit naughty, it is harmless. If you continue to do this, you will not know how to advance or retreat, and I am afraid it will be counterproductive.

Hearing Hu Hai's rejection, he hummed obediently, then stopped caring about Hu Hai and concentrated on cooking.

Today's radish stewed mutton is really delicious.

I have never tasted such authentic mutton in my previous life!