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Chapter 1036: 1027: Reunion Banquet (3)

Chapter 1036: Chapter 1027: Reunion Banquet (3)

Across the table, Xia Sicai stayed silent, but it was Bo Yi who spoke up: “A family without children isn’t a complete family. I didn’t understand this before, but now that we have a child, I indeed feel a closer bond with Sicai. It’s a connection beyond love—something in our blood.”

Bo Yan smiled faintly. “Life comes in all forms, each with its own path. Besides work, as long as I have Siyu, that’s enough for me. Whatever comes next, we’ll talk about it when the time comes.”

It turned out that Bo Yan and Xia Siyu used to flaunt their relationship, but now, there was no need to.

They were a loving couple already. Let others doubt or envy them all they wanted—jealousy was their problem, after all.

In the past, both Xia Siyu and Bo Yan had felt resistant to the whole idea of celebrating the New Year—especially the awkward small talk at family gatherings like this.

But things were different now.

Xia Siyu would push back at the Bo Family, while Bo Yan would counter Xia Sicai. The couple had clear roles and coordinated seamlessly. The snide comments, questions, mockery, and jokes from across the table? To them, it was all just hot air.

They worked hard in their careers, nurtured their marriage with care—so as long as they were happy, why worry about what others thought? Come hell or high water on the other side of the table, it was none of their concern.

As for the money from the Xia and Bo families, they couldn’t care less. Making their own living with their own hands, earning wealth through hard work—wasn’t that far better than being smug parasites living off family inheritance?

Just as the tension was about to erupt, Old Master Bo cleared his throat and said, “Since everyone’s here, let’s eat. It’s rare for the whole family to gather in one place.”

When the grandfather spoke, everyone listened, and soon, the dishes were served.

Xia Siyu was a foodie. She could let a lot of things go, but not food—if it was there, she had to eat it. Bo Yan kept an eye on the lazy Susan, rotating it so that the lamb ended up in front of her, leaving it there just for her. Then he picked a few spicy boiled shrimp from the other side, peeling them slowly and methodically. When Xia Siyu was done with the lamb, he calmly placed the peeled shrimp onto her plate.

Xia Siyu grinned from ear to ear, popping the shrimp into her mouth one by one, savoring them with delight. Across the table, Bo Yi, clearly unwilling to admit defeat, grabbed some shrimp of his own and peeled them for Xia Sicai.

But Xia Sicai, though her pregnancy nausea had subsided a bit, still couldn’t stand the smell of seafood. When Bo Yi tossed the shrimp into her bowl, she was caught in an awkward dilemma, unable to eat it but reluctant to leave it untouched.

A servant handed Bo Yan a towel to wipe his hands. After cleaning up, he casually requested the crab toolset. He reached out for a plump mitten crab, its roe spilling softly, and began meticulously extracting the meat. While working, he said, “Shrimp is one thing, but the crab’s a no-go for my sister-in-law. It’s cold by nature—not good for the baby.”

With just one comment, Bo Yi’s outstretched hand froze mid-air, and he slowly drew it back.

Bo Yan finished cleaning the crab, carefully placing the crab meat and roe onto Xia Siyu’s plate. What remained of the shell and legs looked so pristinely assembled that they could be re-formed into a whole crab.

Xia Youbiao chimed in, “Bo Yan, don’t just focus on Siyu—make sure you eat something too.”

Bo Yan nodded, only to find a pair of chopsticks suddenly hovering in front of his mouth. Confused, he looked up to see Xia Siyu offering them. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth.

A burst of rich crab roe flavor melted on his tongue. Xia Siyu had eaten the crab meat herself but saved all the best roe for him. She had even mixed it with a hint of ginger and vinegar to enhance the taste, knowing he might be sensitive to the crab’s coldness.

Then she offered him a small cup of wine, warm and fragrant. After eating shrimp and crab, she believed it was best to drink a little yellow wine—to eliminate the fishy taste and keep warm. But since Bo Yan had already had some white wine earlier, she warmed up a small amount of it instead, letting him take a gentle sip.