The little creditor turned his head and looked at him, his mouth crammed with food, his chubby cheeks resembling white buns, his eyes rolling agilely, two sparkling black points. Seeing him gazing at her, she extended her hand with a reluctant look on her face, "Hm!"
General Lu glanced downwards and saw a pear gnawed like a dog’s plaything, fully embossed with Xibao’s bite marks, a piece of its skin missing on either side.
Xibao swallowed the pear in her mouth, looking at General Lu anxiously, "You don’t want it?"
If he didn’t want it, she’d take it back! Her big eyes blinked, her little hand quickly withdrew, as if afraid General Lu would regret it. She turned her head back and specifically said to the old leader: "Grandpa, if you don’t want to eat, Bao Bao will eat it." It wasn’t because she was unwilling to share!
"Hmm, Grandpa Lu doesn’t need to eat, you can have it."
Xibao bowed her head and continued to gnaw, biting with such force that the juice splashed all over her bib.
General Lu, sitting across from her with his legs spread wide, found this amusing, "Hey, Little Fatty, is it tasty?"
Little Fatty was not a term of endearment!
Xibao, sitting on the short stool, turned her body at a remarkably fast speed to face the opposite direction, ignoring him completely.
The Old Leader and Wang Xinsheng laughed heartily.
When General Lu asked about Lu Zhiyuan, the Old Leader told him everything, and handed Lu Zhiyuan’s reply letter to him and the officers who had arrived one after another. The first thing they noticed was his outstanding handwriting!
It was flowing like a stream, with every word and line full of sincerity.
"Indeed, a good hand reveals the writer; open, magnanimous, and transparent," the Old Leader said.
"If we were to go by the old leader’s words, our nation owes Comrade Lu quite a bit."
"After years of resistance, it’s not easy to find a creditor."
General Lu was anxious, "Are the stir-fried soybeans ready?"
"They are done," Secretary Tang served up the warm stir-fried soybeans, and the other staff members brought the stir-fried peanuts and the meals one by one, placing them on the table and inviting everyone to sit down.
The photographer was standing in the corner, specifically taking pictures of them. This was the propaganda department’s intention.
Before picking up the chopsticks, the Old Leader sighed: "May the prosperous era be free from hunger!"
"Yes, may the prosperous era be free from hunger!" Everyone echoed in unison, their voices loud and clear.
General Lu raised his glass and clinked it with General Xu’s, "Here, let’s toast, try the Maotai I brought!"
"Great!" As soon as the topic of alcohol came up, General Xu became excited, clinking his glass against General Lu’s.
Xibao, standing by the table, saw several people toasting. Suddenly, he picked up his own cup, which was filled with sugar water, and clinked it against the bottom of the old Leader’s cup, stammering: "Let’s...us...toast...toast together!"
Everyone was taken aback, and then burst into laughter.
The Old Leader also laughed heartily, "Good boy, you’ve demoted your grandpa to your own level! Okay, I’ll give you this face, let’s clink glasses!" He seriously toasted Xibao, completely unfazed by Xibao’s childlike talk.
The photographer successfully snapped these moments.
General Lu said, "Come on, take a picture of me and Lu Dabao!" Saying this, he clinked his glass with Xibao’s.
With Xibao’s presence, the whole room was filled with laughter. Everyone could not help but tease him, which led Wang Xinsheng to feel extremely popular recently. If people weren’t visiting his home, they were inviting him to their homes for dinner. However, they would always add a sentence while inviting him: "Don’t forget to bring Xibao!"