Zhan Weiyang struggled inwardly and felt that he still wanted to eat meat, so he said, "Then wait for me, and I will work hard to make money when I work."

Pei Qing smiled and said, "Okay, so let's eat meat first."

Zhan Weiyang nodded shyly, lowered his head a little embarrassedly and continued to eat.

A month has passed, and Zhan Weiyang's birthday is just around the corner.

Zhan Pengcheng asked him two or three days before his birthday, "How do you want to celebrate your birthday? Shall we go out to eat something delicious?"

Zhan Weiyang fell into deep thought and did not respond to Zhan Pengcheng in time.

Zhan Pengcheng thought that he was not attractive enough, and added: "Let's call brother Chong together, shall we?"

Zhan Weiyang still didn't answer, he actually wanted to spend time with Pei Qing.

Zhan Weiguang was sitting next to him. He was looking at his phone while eating, but now he looked up at Zhan Weiyang.

Zhan Pengcheng was a little anxious, he asked Zhan Weiyang: "Then how do you want to live, tell Dad!"

Zhan Weiyang couldn't bear to directly reject Zhan Pengcheng, he said, "I don't know."

Zhan Pengcheng then said: "That's not in a hurry, think about it again. Dad freed up the time that day. Will Dad accompany you wherever you want to play?"

Zhan Weiyang nodded reluctantly.

That night, Zhan Weiyang lay on the bed and called Pei Qing to tell him about it.

Pei Qing just got off work and was waiting for the bus on the side of the road. He was standing in the corner with his mobile phone, and he was surrounded by bright and hot advertising lights. He said, "That's it, then I'll invite your father and your brother to dinner."

"Huh?" Zhan Weiyang was a little careless, but when he heard his words, he raised his head and said blankly, "What?"

Pei Qing said, "I said that on your birthday, I will invite you to dinner."

Zhan Weiyang supported his body with his hands, sat cross-legged on the bed, and asked Pei Qing in surprise, "Do you want Dad and Zhan Weiguang to go?"

At this time, the bus that Pei Qing was waiting for came. He got on the bus, walked to the back seat and sat down, and continued to say to Zhan Weiyang, "Don't you want to eat with them?"

Zhan Weiyang whispered, "I think we can have a meal with my father and the others a day earlier, and then we have dinner together on our birthday." This was the result of his consideration for one night, and he felt that this treatment would not hurt Zhan Pengcheng's feelings.

Pei Qing smiled silently, and then said to Zhan Weiyang, "There are many opportunities for the two of us to eat together. I think the age of eighteen is a very important day, and I need to explain it to your father."

"Explain?" Zhan Weiyang asked suspiciously.

Pei Qing said: "Yes, it is a very important day, suitable for doing important things."

Zhan Weiyang felt a little faint, he suddenly lowered his voice and asked mysteriously, "Are you going to tell my father?"

Pei Qing smiled and said nothing.

Zhan Weiyang blinked and said, "I know."

Pei Qing said, "Okay, I'll make arrangements when the time comes."

On the night of Zhan Weiyang's birthday, Pei Qing booked an elegant and quiet Chinese restaurant and invited Zhan Pengcheng and the others to have dinner together.

Grandma didn't go out. She had been suffering from leg pain recently, and it was inconvenient to walk. She went to bed early at night and didn't want to go out, so there were only Pei Qing and Zhan's father and son.

When Zhan Pengcheng arrived, his first sentence was to say to Pei Qing, "Uncle treats you tonight, don't rob me."

Pei Qing asked him to sit down first, and said, "I have paid the deposit in advance. I should invite this meal. Don't worry about it, uncle."

Zhan Pengcheng thought this was strange, and he said, "Why should you ask?"

Zhan Weiguang didn't say a word since he arrived at the restaurant. He had a very bad premonition, which made his scalp tingle. When Pei Qing was talking to Zhan Pengcheng, Zhan Weiguang glanced at Zhan Weiyang, and found that Zhan Weiyang was still smiling silly, and he felt even more uneasy.

Although their seats are not private rooms, each table is a separate booth, and the environment is relatively private and quiet.

The four people sat down, Zhan Weiyang sat next to Pei Qing, Pei Qing had already ordered the dishes, after the waiter came to pour tea, he served two plates of cold dishes and left.

Zhan Pengcheng was chatting with Pei Qing and asking him about his work.

Pei Qing replied calmly.

Zhan Weiguang sat beside Zhan Pengcheng, feeling uneasy, he had the urge to stop Pei Qian.

Zhan Pengcheng didn't notice anything. He felt that today was a good day and he could drink a little wine.

As a result, Zhan Weiguang and Zhan Weiyang stopped him in unison and told him not to drink.

Zhan Pengcheng used his thumb and index finger to compare a short distance and said, "A little bit."

"No!" Zhan Weiyang said.

Zhan Pengcheng was helpless and said, "It's your birthday today, then you have the final say."

Only then did Zhan Weiyang feel relieved.

Pei Qing picked up the teacup and said, "Today we will replace the wine with tea, and wish Yangyang a happy eighteenth birthday."

Several other people then picked up their teacups and touched them in the air.

Zhan Weiyang said happily: "I'm finally eighteen!"

Zhan Weiguang said to him, "What's good about being eighteen, isn't it bad to be a child all your life?"

Zhan Weiyang looked at him, "Of course it's not good, I'm not as naive as you are."

Zhan Weiguang endured it and decided not to have the same knowledge as him.

At this time, the waiter began to serve hot dishes.

Most of the dishes that Pei Qian ordered were Zhan Weiyang's favorite dishes. Everyone chatted while eating, but after Zhan Pengcheng's repeated requests, the two sons reluctantly agreed that he had a bottle of beer.

When he was full, Pei Qing said, "Uncle, I have something to tell you."

Maybe his tone was too serious. Zhan Pengcheng, who was joking with Zhan Weiyang, suddenly looked at him, his smile became lighter, and said, "If you have anything, just tell my uncle." Zhan Pengcheng thought Pei Qing I want his help with something.