I Became a Vicious Supporting Role in the '70s

Hu Biao paused momentarily with his chopstick-holding hand, carefully observing Li Qianqian and then glanced at his parents-in-law and his own parents. It was tough to utter cheesy words, but he still hurriedly begged for forgiveness.

"Qianqian, dear Qianqian, I’m not heartless. What my mother did was way too excessive, and I’m truly disappointed in her. However, she’s old after all. When she just entered, I saw her stumbling a bit, worried she might faint at the door. Both my parents are respectable people; if someone with ill intentions saw that, even if we’re not at fault, it could lead to negative gossip."

"Hmph, glad you know better. Here, eat some more, you’ve been worn thin these past few days taking care of the kids and me."

"Hehe, thank you, my wife."

Qi Mingyue and Mr. Li watched the young couple, both shaking their heads. Qianqian is still like a teenager; fortunately, Hu Biao is more mature, tolerating her more. If it were some chauvinistic man listening to his daughter say those things, he would have already been smashing chopsticks and bowls.

"Xiao Meng, Zhenping, I apologize for making you witness this embarrassing scene, please don’t mind. These two are perpetually childish, we really don’t know what to do with them. Please, have some dishes, eat up. Also, Mingyang and you few kids, don’t be shy, eat up!"

"Thank you, Grandma."

"This meatball that grandma made is so delicious!"