"Brother Xinglin, no need to be busy, I brought a few dishes from home, and also steaming hot buns straight out of the pot," Zhao Erhu said while he didn't consider himself an outsider, quickly tidied up the main room's table, and set the dishes out. Zhao Xinglin carried the braised beef in one hand and bowls and chopsticks in the other.
Great-uncle heard Zhao Erhu's voice and came out too, seeing Zhao Erhu with a food box in one hand and a basket in the other, "It was just to invite you for a meal, I told you Erhu, why did you bring so much stuff again, still acting so formal with your great-uncle."