Chapter 1887: Chapter 1485: Mo Family Banquet
Led by Mo Chengju, Bai Xiaosheng and the others entered a courtyard. In the center stood a large house with doors on all four sides, all wide open at the mont.
Inside, there were three large tables.
The enormous tables could each seat more than twenty people, and now they were almost full, with clusters of people sitting around them.
As they walked closer, Mo Chengju explained the situation of the Mo Family banquet to Bai Xiaosheng.
At the first table, naturally, sat Old Mr. Mo — Mo Haichuan, as Mo Chengju had previously ntioned to Bai Xiaosheng. Around Mo Haichuan sat sixteen or seventeen elderly individuals, a mix of n and won, including six or seven couples. The youngest among them was nearly eighty years old. These were the elders who once fought alongside Old Mr. Mo and even now hold positions at the Mo Family’s clinic.
Bai Xiaosheng secretly marveled; if this group were in a fantasy novel, they would be akin to distinguished guests.
The second table was for the current second generation of the Mo Family, with Mo Chengfang, Mo Chengyuan, and Mo Chenggui as the main figures, as well as Mo Haichuan’s two daughters. There were also the children of those guest elders, many of whom were couples themselves, all over fifty years old.
The eldest, Mo Chengfang, was already over sixty years old.
“According to status and seniority, Mr. Chengju, you should be at the second table, so we go to the third table?” Bai Xiaosheng asked for confirmation at this point.
Mo Chengju rolled his eyes at Bai Xiaosheng and said, “I’m not going to the second table. It’s too dull. What’s the fun in that? Besides, they’re all so old. I’m forty-sothing, still in my pri; why would I join them? I’m going with you to the third table!”
Bai Xiaosheng found Mo Chengju’s words amusing.
Behind them, Lin Weiwei also gave Mo Chengju a strange look.
Is “in his pri” really used like that?
Are there “young n” in their forties?
How does Mo Chengju categorize age groups?
Could it be that he uses himself as the baseline, and anyone younger than him is considered a “young man”…
Lei Ying couldn’t help but glance at Mo Chengju too.
This person is truly interesting…
Mo Ziyue remained expressionless, perfectly composed.
This particular uncle was famous among the family elders for being “unpredictable.”
Nobody could dictate which seat he should take.
Whatever he did, no one in the family could or would try to control him.
Even Grandfather Mo Haichuan let him be.
In fact, thinking about it, this uncle is quite remarkable; at least, he lives his life quite freely…
“Mr. Chengju, is it really okay for you to ‘sit randomly’ like that?” Bai Xiaosheng couldn’t help but ask.
“I’ve been criticized for my actions for so many years; my psychological resilience is well-honed. The group led by my father probably finds their own complaints about tireso,” Mo Chengju laughed, “On such a wonderful family reunion day, who would let my seat choice ruin their mood?”
Bai Xiaosheng was montarily speechless at Mo Chengju’s words, truly wanting to give him a thumbs up.
It just wasn’t convenient at the mont.
The third table inside seated the younger generation of the Mo Family. Apart from the Mo Family mbers, there were also the grandchildren of those guest elders, with nearly half of them being couples. At that table, the leading figure was Mo ZiYun, since he was the outstanding talent of the Mo Family’s younger generation and was expected to be the next Family Head.
At that mont, Mo ZiYun looked at Bai Xiaosheng and the others approaching, a slightly humorous look on his face as they entered.
From the first table, Mo Haichuan lifted his head, glancing at the entering Bai Xiaosheng.
Whether or not this young man had exceptional skills in traditional Chinese dicine, his fine penmanship was sothing Mo Haichuan liked very much.
He had practiced it dozens of tis before he grasped it, though there were too few characters!
Old Mr. Mo was considering asking Mo Ziyue to request more writing from him later.
Consequently, Mo Haichuan had a very favorable attitude toward Bai Xiaosheng.
“Look, today we have a guest, a friend of Ziyue,” the old man specifically ntioned.
The elders at Mo Haichuan’s table all looked over, their gazes settling on Bai Xiaosheng, who was walking alongside Mo Chengju.
Seeing Mo Chengju chatting and laughing with Bai Xiaosheng, many people were secretly surprised.
It seed this young man was not only a friend of Mo Ziyue but also seed to be friends with Mo Chengju.
Although Mo Chengju was labeled a “prodigal son” by Old Mr. Mo, the elders at this table dared not truly think so.
After all, Mo Chengju was a mber of the Mo Family, the son of Mo Haichuan, and regardless of how much of a “prodigal son” he was, it was all due to Mo Haichuan’s indulgence.
It is said that the deeper the love, the stricter the criticism; Mo Haichuan’s distress only represented the depth of his feelings for his son.
Out of respect for Mo Chengju, those elders gave Bai Xiaosheng a few extra glances.
Mo Chengfang, Mo Chengyuan, and Mo Chenggui, along with Mo Haichuan’s two other daughters, also scrutinized Bai Xiaosheng.
Since their elderly father had ntioned it, they naturally paid attention.
At their table, soone started whispering gossip.
“I heard that Ziyue’s friend had a conflict with ZiYun at the entrance, and Ziyue even said that this friend’s dical skills were superior to ZiYun’s.”
The gossip originated from an aunt and spread among the won.
“No way, what friend could have better dical skills than ZiYun? ZiYun is the personal disciple of Old Mr. Mo.”
“Oh, I heard about this too. You know, was Ziyue trying to embarrass ZiYun in public?”
This topic got two won particularly agitated.
They were, of course, the mothers of Mo Ziyue and Mo ZiYun.
Mo Ziyue’s biological mother had passed away, and while the stepmother might not necessarily target him, knowing the ways of this household, if she didn’t protect him a bit, she’d later end up trodden upon.
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