Chapter 4180 After Being Abducted, I Became a Village Tyrant (95)

"you……?"

Su Yumei was so angry that she was about to scold him, but her mother knocked off her chopsticks.

"The reincarnation of a starving ghost, you don't want to eat so much, but you want to rob your brother. Are you deliberately trying to make a name for yourself?"

"Mom, you are biased again." Su Yumei pouted and complained unhappily.

Her mother glared at her fiercely: "Shut your mouth, so much food can't cover your mouth."

The old lady spat out a chicken bone and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand: "You're a sister, don't you know how to let your brother?"

"How old are you? You even robbed your brother, don't you blush?"

The old man was annoyed and interrupted them: "Alright, alright, let's eat quickly!"

"Hmph, if you eat something else, eat something else." Su Yumei glared at her brother Xiaowu secretly, and picked up her chopsticks to pick up other dishes to eat.

Su Qiao held a glass of red wine, and sat calmly watching the excitement. On the side, Da Bao followed her example, holding a glass and drinking red wine in small sips.

However, every time he took a sip, he frowned.

After taking a few sips, he looked at Su Qiao with a bitter face: "It's not good, it's not as good as roast chicken."

In fact, what he wanted to say was that this red wine can't be compared to roast chicken at all. However, seeing that Su Qiao likes it so much, he is too embarrassed to say it, for fear that she will be sad or unhappy.

Su Qiao felt both amusing and helpless.

Red wine and roast chicken are not the same category at all, how can they compare?

Besides, does he know the price of this red wine?

It is estimated that this bottle of red wine is enough to buy 100 roast chickens.

"If you don't like it, don't drink it. Drink the juice, it's sweet."

Dabao, as if he had been granted amnesty, quickly put down the goblet and went to drink the freshly squeezed juice.

Su Qiao had just finished drinking a glass of wine, and everyone in the Su family was basically full, leaving the table in a mess.

What's more funny is that as long as it is meat dishes, it is basically light, but the green vegetables are not even moved.

Su Qiao smiled but didn't care, motioned the waiter to come and clean up, and took a group of people to the large living room.

As soon as they entered the living room, the people of the Su family began to touch and look around.

From time to time, a low voice of exclamation would be heard, and his eyes were full of excitement.

It was as if this house belonged to them.

Su Qiao saw their expressions in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth lifted up imperceptibly.

It's enough to eat and drink, and have the energy and time to think about other things.

She pulled Da Bao to sit down and waited for them to finish looking at it.

"Little Qiao, your house...is it really your own?" After sitting down on the sofa, the old lady asked while stroking the leather sofa carefully.

When the others heard this, they quickly gathered around and sat down on the sofa.

Su Qiao leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, raised her eyebrows and said, "My name is written on the room book, how can it be fake?"

"Then...then..." Uncle Su Kaiming clenched his fists tightly, so excited that he couldn't even say it.

His wife Zhu Laifeng's fat body knocked him away: "Go away, go away, you can't even speak a word, what are you doing here?"

"Xiao Qiao, I haven't read the room book of the house in this city, can I open my eyes to my aunt?"

Su Qiao glanced at her, then glanced over at the other people who stretched their necks and waited to see, got up and walked to the TV cabinet, took out the room book from it and threw it on the coffee table.

"Look!"