Chapter 941: Leisure Club
Chapter 941: Leisure Club
Zhou Yi followed Yang Kaitai into the living room of the villa, followed by Yang Momo, followed by the young people of the Yang family.
There were many people sitting in the living room, including Yang Lei and Ying Keming, as well as some middle-aged men and women whom Zhou Yi had a vague impression of. They should be the second generation of the Yang family and had met them at the birthday banquet before.
Seeing Zhou Yi coming, a middle-aged man in the room frowned, obviously not happy with Zhou Yi's identity.
But seeing him talking and laughing with the old man, no one dared to say anything at this time, and they all remained silent.
"Okay, everyone is here. Let's eat first. If you have anything to do, we can talk about it after dinner." Yang Kaitai said solemnly.
Everyone nodded immediately, and then walked into the backyard, where four large tables had already been set up, and the cold dishes were already served.
"This is a four-table family banquet prepared by a chef specially hired by me from a five-star hotel. Everyone is seated."
After Yang Kaitai finished speaking, he said to Zhou Yi:
"Just sit next to me."
Yang Kaitai did not hide his voice, so after these words were spoken, many people in the Yang family were stunned.
There are four tables of food in total. Although there is no deliberate arrangement, it is obvious that there are two tables for adults and two for children.
It may not be so obvious at the two tables for children, but among the two tables for adults, it is tacitly understood that whichever table Yang Kaitai sits at has a higher status in the family.
Family banquets for ordinary people don't matter, but big families pay special attention to these. Even the closer the same table is to Yang Kaitai, the higher the status, so Yang Kaitai asked Zhou Yi to sit next to him. This simple sentence, the flavor behind it suddenly It’s different.
Especially since the Yang family will hold a banquet tomorrow, Yang Kaitai will choose the next head of the Yang family based on the banquet.
The final decision was in the hands of the old man. At this very sensitive time, Yang Kaitai suddenly extended such an olive branch to Yang Lei's relative, Zhou Yi, and everyone couldn't help but think wildly.
"Father, this is a little inappropriate."
A middle-aged man in formal attire with a wild haircut showed a faint smile. His name was Yang Pengyun, Yang Mingming's father, Yang Momo's uncle, and the general manager of Yang Group.
As the current second-in-command of the Yang family, he seemed to say casually: "I know that the century-old Ganoderma lucidum of this young man named Zhou Yi saved your life last time. You want to thank him."
"But don't scare people. He is a young man and there is a generation gap with us. He can't let go even if we sit together while eating."
Yang Lei was also shocked and didn't understand why the old man had such a good attitude towards Zhou Yi. If it was really because of the hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, then he wouldn't want this "olive branch".
After all, Zhou Yi does not have a second hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Sitting with the old man, if she makes a mistake or does not follow the rules, the retribution will be reflected on her body, so she also said:
"Father, let Zhou Yi and Mo Mo sit at another table. He doesn't understand the rules, so don't ruin your elegance."
Yang Kaitai's face looked a little ugly, and he was about to scold him when Zhou Yi on the side also spoke: "Old man, my aunt and this uncle are right. I'd better sit with my peers."
The reason why he didn't want to sit at the same table as Yang Kaitai was simple. Although he was mature, it was strange just thinking about it to sit and eat with a group of middle-aged people who had their own evil intentions.
Zhou Yi had said so, and Yang Kaitai couldn't say anything. He just nodded: "Okay, everyone, sit down."
Everyone smiled with satisfaction. Yang Pengyun sat next to Yang Kaitai naturally, and no one else had any objections.
"Father, tomorrow's banquet..." Yang Pengyun was about to speak, but the old man stopped him and said coldly: "Okay, I just said, just eat, don't talk about other things."
"If you want to talk about anything, you can wait in the living room first. You'll have plenty of time after dinner soon."
Yang Pengyun nodded repeatedly: "Father said so."
I have to say that he is worthy of being a chef hired from a five-star hotel. His skills are good. Zhou Yi, who didn’t eat much at noon, sat next to Yang Momo and didn’t communicate with anyone else. He was focused on the food on the table. .
"Hmph, it's like a starving ghost was reincarnated. I don't know why grandpa is so kind to him." Someone muttered unhappily.
Yang Kaitai's attitude towards Zhou Yi made many people jealous.
"Grandpa is a grateful person. Zhou Yi's hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum saved his life last time, so he has a good attitude."
"Haha, isn't it just a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum? What's so great about it? I heard that he picked it from the mountain by chance because of some bad luck. I almost thought he was rich at the time."
"Okay, let's eat. Grandpa doesn't like people who talk too much during meals. Be careful not to be overheard by him."
"..."
Yang Mingming's seat was not at the same table as Zhou Yi's. Zhou Yi's food was delicious, but he had no appetite. Thinking that he had just been slapped in vain, he became very angry.
"Cousin, are you still angry because of what happened just now?" A man with yellow hair sitting next to him whispered.
His name is Gong Qiuyang, and he is the son of Aunt Yang Momo. He is also here to join in the fun at the Yang family banquet.
"Made, my face is still hurting now. How could I forget it like that? I just don't know why the old man is crazy, and he has such a good attitude towards him." Yang Mingming was unwilling to accept it, but he wanted to take revenge, so he had to look at it. Look at the old man's face.
Gong Qiuyang smiled and said, "It's not easy to take revenge."
Yang Mingming whispered: "Without the protection of the old man, labor and management would be like pinching an ant, but grandpa doesn't like us fighting among ourselves. He was already warning me just now."
Gong Qiuyang said softly: "You can't do it, but that doesn't mean others can't do it. Do you know that someone can kill someone with a borrowed knife?"
"I happen to have a plan, do you want to hear it?"
Soon both of them were smiling.
Three rounds of wine, five flavors of rice.
Seeing that everyone was almost finished eating, Yang Kaitai spoke:
"I called you all here because I want us to get together and have a small family banquet before the official banquet tomorrow."
"On the one hand, I want to enhance the relationship between you. No matter what the outcome is, remember that we are all a family with the same blood flowing. Infighting is the behavior I hate most."
"On the other hand, I would like to ask you to briefly explain tomorrow's guests, so that I can feel confident."
"Okay, adults, follow me to the second floor. Juniors can play on the first floor. Please be careful not to fight or make noise."
After saying that, Yang Kaitai walked out of the backyard first on crutches, and the other second generations of the Yang family followed him with different expressions.
The young people of the Yang family stayed in the living room on the first floor.
"Oh, it's boring. These adults don't know what time the meeting lasts, and they don't allow us to go home. It's really annoying."
Yang Lingling was half lying on the sofa, with a look of complaint on her face.
At this time, Gong Qiuyang jumped out and said: "I have a friend who opened a leisure club. It has racing, archery, game arcades and other fun projects. Do you want to go?"
Yang Lingling's eyes lit up and she immediately shouted:
"Go, of course you can go if there's something fun to do!"
Someone said worriedly: "Let's go out to play. If the elders don't see us after the meeting, will something happen?"
Gong Qiuyang said indifferently: "The leisure club is nearby, it only takes ten minutes to drive there."
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