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Chapter 1024: You're playing elegant, right? Look at me, I'm so cool!

"The food is here!"

The nanny brought up another plate of food.

"Huh?" The old lady of the Jiang family looked over and raised a questioning voice, pointing at the newly served dish: "Are there no more round plates? Are you using the long plate for fish to serve stir-fried vegetables?"

"Oh, I lost my mind! Look!" The nanny immediately apologized: "Grandma told me many times, I forgot when I was busy. I'll go change it!"

"Is there such a thing?" He Chen exclaimed with a smile.

"Of course!" The old lady of the Jiang family smiled reservedly, but Jiang Pengfei pointed out with disdain: "Food should be colorful, fragrant and delicious. The presentation of the dish is also a kind of color, which is very important!
Xiao Zhang, you studied architectural design and you also pay attention to aesthetics, how come you don’t even understand this?”

"I've learned a lot." He Chen said with a smile, "It's mainly because I've never seen true elegance like this.

It is worthy of being a century-old family!
The foundation is profound! "

"They are just too picky!" Jiang Nansun directly exposed the truth behind her family's behavior, which made Jiang Pengfei very unhappy.

But Jiang Nansun didn't care.

It is.

In front of He Chen, doing all this and being complacent, looking down on others and giving orders, she looked like a clown. She felt very ashamed!
After all, this is her dad!

At least her grandmother was able to keep her emotions under control, which was somewhat elegant. However, in today's circumstances, she seemed a bit fussy and pretentious.

"Xiao Zhang, come, have a drink!" Jiang Pengfei couldn't do anything to his daughter Jiang Nansun. He was still frightened by the previous conflict and was even more afraid to do it again. So he could only pretend that he didn't hear his daughter puncturing his tires and raised his glass to invite He Chen to drink rice wine and taste drunken crabs.

Jiang Nansun didn't even bother to puncture the tire to prevent her dad from swelling up like a clown without realizing it, and quickly stood up to pour He Chen some wine.

This large porcelain wine cup has a small porcelain wine cup inside, and a porcelain lid on top. People who have never seen it before might accidentally pick up the large porcelain wine cup and pour the wine directly into it, and then find out that the large porcelain wine cup is just a porcelain vessel for warming the wine, causing the real wine cup inside to tip over, leaving them in a panic.

Zhang Anren, as described in Ruolan's book, was ignorant and eager to show off, so he ended up in an embarrassing situation where he dumped the wine cup onto the ground while pouring wine, and the wine spilled on the table.

After all, Zhang Anren was not only ignorant, but also impatient and wanted too much to show himself in front of his girlfriend's family.

Otherwise, with his knowledge and intelligence that enabled him to study for a doctorate in a prestigious university and stay on to work there, even if he had never seen anyone as sophisticated as him, could he be inferior to Lin Daiyu?
Wouldn't you just stand by and watch what others do and then copy them?

If it wasn't because he was in a hurry, it was just the usual malice towards civilian geniuses in such TV shows and movies, implying that they were not presentable, had no knowledge and no brains, couldn't even do such a simple thing, and deserved to be embarrassed and despised.

Now He Chen will definitely not be as flustered as Zhang Anren in the book, but Jiang Nansun still has to make her own gesture.

First of all, this possibility is completely blocked.

Secondly, in front of his grandmother and father, he once again expressed his attitude that he must have He Chen, so that his father could feel his determination and stop begging others with a sense of superiority and showing contempt and disdain from time to time.

She can't bear to see this!

He Chen calmly accepted Jiang Nansun's maid's service. After she poured him some good wine, he raised his glass and clinked it with Jiang Pengfei, who had an unnatural smile. He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and praised, "Good wine!"

"Drink more of this good wine! This is rice wine, which girls in the ancient boudoir could drink as a beverage. I'm sure you can, too!" Although Jiang Pengfei was unhappy with his daughter's blatant humble attitude, in order to get He Chen drunk so as to extort some information, he suppressed his unhappiness and began to provoke He Chen with a fake smile and urge him to drink.

He Chen, you are a grown man, you can’t be inferior to the ladies from ancient times, right?
"Then I'd rather obey you!" He Chen readily agreed, put down the wine glass, and let Jiang Nansun continue to serve him and pour him wine.

"I can do it myself!"

"This is right!"

This made Jiang Pengfei look better.

This boy at least has some sense and knows some etiquette. He actively refuses to accept his daughter's behavior of belittling him.

However, the old lady of the Jiang family looked at He Chen deeply and came up with an answer that was completely opposite to her son's.

Because she was a real lady from a rich family, it was impossible for her not to read books. She was also familiar with the four great classical novels such as Dream of the Red Chamber. He Chen's gesture of offering wine was a bit like Lin Daiyu who refused to let the maid pour wine for her. She wanted to pour it herself and drink it, thinking that it was more elegant and interesting.

In addition, He Chen just now calmly accepted the service of his granddaughter, as if it was a matter of course. This does not mean that he clearly treated his granddaughter as a maid, but at least it shows that in terms of the strength comparison between his granddaughter and him, this poor boy has the upper hand and is in an absolute dominant position.

Only the silly son would be so foolish as to think that this was He Chen's timid compromise.

However, the old lady of the Jiang family would not say it, nor did she need to say it. The next moment, Jiang Pengfei's self-righteousness suffered another heavy blow.

Jiang Nansun was indeed obedient and stopped pouring wine for He Chen. She sat back in her original seat and began to peel crabs for He Chen.

This made it difficult for Jiang Pengfei to maintain a smile.

The princess daughter of her own family has always been spoiled. Not to mention her father, even her grandmother and her mother have never enjoyed such treatment.

He thought she wouldn't, but he didn't expect that she would do it and do it so naturally.

This is just too lame!

It was like his cabbage was being eaten by a pig, and the cabbage jumped over in front of him and let the pig eat it. It was a disgusting feeling.

The only advantage was that he could better persuade He Chen to drink, because when he was in a bad mood, he couldn't stop drinking himself.

He poured cup after cup into his mouth, and specifically asked He Chen to drink with him, so He Chen naturally had no choice but to drink with him.

"Enough! He never drinks, don't get him drunk!" Jiang Nansun advised uneasily, not letting her father continue to force He Chen to drink.

"A person's character can be seen from his drinking habits!" Jiang Pengfei was also a little drunk. He squinted his eyes and looked at his daughter unhappily.

"There's no one here. Even if he's really drunk, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Uncle, it's right!" He Chen was 'drunk' and slammed the table to agree with Jiang Pengfei. Then he asked for wine and asked Jiang Nansun to pour him a glass. Then he stood up shakily with the glass raised and smiled drunkenly.

"I know the rules! I'll go first!"

"..." Jiang Pengfei and the others were stunned.

What rules?
What's coming?
"Xiao Zhang, you are drunk." The old lady of the Jiang family frowned slightly.

"Xiao Zhang, don't bring the table rules outside here." Jiang Pengfei once again couldn't suppress his contempt for He Chen's class.

"It's different, just listen to me!"

"I know the rules!" He Chen refused, and said under the influence of alcohol: "Wait! It's just elegant!

I understand this!

I'll go first!"

As he spoke, he raised his glass and recited a poem entitled "Written at a Banquet in the Old Western-style House on Fuxing Road".

The sound of the silver spoon hitting the porcelain cup and cracking it makes me laugh as if I am holding the turtle in a battle.

Nansun Su's hand can detect the color of frost, and his grandmother's golden chopstick can measure the clear sky at noon.

One shell represents the ups and downs of three generations; half a cup of wine represents the clearness of the world.

The best taste is found in rivers under your tongue, and the best taste in the world is peace and tranquility.

The three grandparents and grandchildren of the Jiang family: "..."

(End of this chapter)