As soon as they bit into the steamed buns, the aroma of the meat became even more intense. Everyone at the table, except for Wang Yongzhu and Song Chongjin, couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
No one was in the mood to eat; they were all staring at Wang Laozhu and Old Granny Zhang—and the steamed buns in their hands.
Wang Yonggui could no longer restrain himself, shamelessly saying, "Dad, Mom, since the buns smell so good, why not let your son share in the delight?" As he spoke, he reached out to grab one.
He was knocked on the hand by Wang Laozhu's chopstick.
Wang Laozhu, holding a steamed bun in one hand, quickly put it down after knocking his son's hand, and dragged the plate of buns in front of himself, guarding it with his hand, and mumbled, "These are a token of respect from my son-in-law—"
The message was clear—don't even think about it!
Wang Yonggui and the rest of the Wang family were stunned.
