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Since mooncakes are a staple food, Gu Yiyi was afraid that the children would have gastrointestinal discomfort if they ate too much, so she only prepared some dishes.

She braised some tiger eggs, fried mushroom meat slices, and mixed it with vermicelli.

There are not many dishes, but the quantity is sufficient. In addition, she also prepared some pastries.

She took out the egg yolk cakes and small twists from the space.

Mrs. Wang's family made sweet-scented osmanthus cake, brought some to her, and put together a plate.

A rough calculation showed that there were seven plates, plus the food for the Moon God, it was a full table, as if celebrating the New Year.

The table was set and everyone gathered around. Gu Yiyi also took out a jar of wine, which was given by Butcher Wang.

She looked at Shen Changfeng and Mr. Mei, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, both of you are injured. It seems that I can only have a taste of it myself."

Shen Changfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Madam, you have a good drinking capacity?"

Gu Yiyi: "I didn't say I brought out the wine. How did you know?"

Mr. Mei: Hold it in, you can’t laugh.

Shen Changfeng was silent for a moment, then quietly turned away.

"This wine is very fragrant, you can smell it. Moreover, it is a custom to drink osmanthus wine during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Drinking it under the moon is a good thing."

Gu Yiyi didn't take it seriously, "Really? I don't know the customs of the Mid-Autumn Festival very well. I just heard them from you."

Shen Changfeng: ...Madam, why don't you just say you don't believe me.

Mr. Mei also said: "Indeed, I don't know much about the customs of the Mid-Autumn Festival. This is the first time I have celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival with others."

Gu Yiyi opened the lid of the wine, and the scent of osmanthus wafted out.

Her eyes lit up, "It does smell good. Come on, Mr. Mei, would you like a drink? This is also the first time for me to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with others, so I consider it fate."

Mr. Mei subconsciously reached out and touched the wound on his body. He felt that it was no longer serious, so he said: "Come!"

The three children saw their mother silencing their father and then being affectionate with Uncle Mei, and they suddenly felt in danger.

Dabao knew that his mother must have seen the clues in his father's eyes, and he was a little confused about whether to help his father.

Erbao doesn't care about so much, he just wants to coax his mother.

She blinked her big eyes and said in a sweet voice, "Mom, you shouldn't have a cup of wine with your father. Others say couples should drink a cup of wine together."

When Er Bao said this, Mr. Mei stopped taking the wine in embarrassment.

Gu Yiyi also felt something was wrong and handed her cup to Shen Changfeng.

"Ahem, only the bridal chamber can drink a glass of wine. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so there is no harm in the three of us drinking together."

Mr. Mei saw Shen Changfeng take the drink, and he also took it himself.

Shen Changfeng kept praising Erbao in his heart, saying that his daughter is his father's caring little cotton-padded jacket.

Sanbao looked at his mother and still wanted to get close to Uncle Mei. His little head didn't know what to think, so he said:

"That's not possible. There can only be two people in the wedding room. How can three people be together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone on the table was stunned.

Shen Changfeng frowned, "Sambo, if you learn these words from your uncles and aunts in the village from now on, you will be punished by not being able to eat for a day."

Gu Yiyi was neither ashamed nor annoyed, and echoed: "You can't mention these words casually in front of others, you will be beaten. Sambo must have a good memory."

Sanbao's eyes widened and he was puzzled, "Why does Erbao say it's okay when he says it's fine, but he's going to be punished when I say it!"

Shen Changfeng's tone was a little stern, "What Erbao said was not naughty words. What you said was naughty words. Why do you say that?"

Gu Yiyi was helpless: "Sambo doesn't understand what dirty talk is."

Sanbao felt even more aggrieved, "But you are not someone else. Aren't my parents the closest people to me?"

The only outsider at the table, Mr. Mei, remained silent and tried his best to reduce his presence.

Dabao thought and thought, and finally figured out how to explain it to Sanbao. Although he didn't quite understand it, his understanding was correct.

"Sambo, what you are saying is called Meng Lang. It is not good. It is the same as seduction. They are both dirty words."

Erbao also said: "Have you not heard what Mr. Storyteller and the storybook said? Such things are said between the beds. Now we are eating, of course it cannot be done."

Seeing the three children talking more and more crookedly, Shen Changfeng quickly stopped.

He made a serious face and said, "Nonsense. I haven't looked at your homework for a few days to see what nonsense you are talking about."

Gu Yiyi tried to smooth things over, "Okay, okay, let's have dinner. Let's not talk about this anymore. Your parents are the people you are close to, but no matter how close you are, you shouldn't talk about any private things. This is called inappropriate, you know. Are you ready? Sanbao, this is the same as when you go to the toilet and others are not allowed to come in and see you."

Sanbao nodded and said in a long tone, "I know, mother."

Everyone ignored this topic and started eating lively.

During the dinner, the three children looked at each other and stopped talking, they just focused on eating.

Shen Changfeng and Mr. Mei were very curious about the mooncakes Gu Yiyi brought out, and each tasted them.

They were full of praise and thought the mooncake tasted wonderful.

Mr. Mei has dined at Gu Yiyi's house more than once, and she can always come up with novel dishes.

Not only dishes, but also pastries, all kinds of things he had never seen before.

His curiosity and trust in Gu Yiyi increased.

Shen Changfeng has become accustomed to it, ignoring these unconventional things, his wife is excellent.

Everyone gets drunk even if they are not drunk. At the end of the meal, Shen Changfeng was a little tipsy.

Mr. Mei looked calm, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating. In fact, he was already drunk.

He just drank and ate while Gu Yiyi and the children talked to him. It took him a long time to react.

Gu Yiyi also drank some of the osmanthus wine and found it fragrant and spicy.

The fragrance was that of osmanthus, and the spiciness meant it was harsh on her throat. She tasted a cup and felt something was off, so she stopped drinking.

Gu Yiyi wondered, was this wine that strong?

Mr. Mei didn't drink much. She asked Dabao to take Mr. Mei back to the next door, but Mr. Mei refused to come back.

He said that he was a very heavy stone and could not move.

Having said that, Dabao took his hand and he followed obediently, making Gu Yiyi dumbfounded.

Shen Changfeng even sarcastically said, "Oh, return the stone, why don't you blossom and bear fruit?"

Mr. Mei had just reached the door and stopped, no matter how hard Dabao pulled him, he could not move.

He nodded heavily, "Yes, stones have to bear fruit, and I have to bask in the sun. Where's the sun?"

Mr. Mei raised his head and circled around looking for the sun.

Gu Yiyi looked at Shen Changfeng silently, "Are you drunk too?"

Shen Changfeng put down his wine glass slowly and approached her smelling of wine.

"Madam, if you say you're drunk, you're drunk."

She immediately covered the can of wine and said, "Okay, that's the end of the Mid-Autumn Festival feast."

Shen Changfeng: "It's whatever Madam says."

Gu Yiyi:......