After being reincarnated, he joined a top boy band and then lost it

Today is a rare sunny day. At noon, the warm sun hangs overhead, making the winter a little warmer.

After the filming was completed, the director team and all the villagers who participated in the sacrificial ceremony gathered at Aunt Liu's house for a banquet. Aunt Liu's daughter was the successor trained by Ye Lianshi. Aunt Liu's family was also one of the few families in the village that supported their children to do this kind of work.

Now, Aunt Liu's daughter was on TV, and it was on CCTV, which was enough for their family to be proud of for a long time.

At the banquet, Song Shengshi filled a bowl of braised pig's trotters with soybeans and went to find Wen Junhui.

The families of Wen Junhui and Song Shengshi were sitting together and chatting happily.

Song Shengshi sat next to Wen Junhui and scooped half of the stewed pig's trotter in his bowl into Wen Junhui's bowl.

"Try this, it's delicious."

"Brother, I want one too." Song Qingyue's expression suddenly became shifty and she said sinisterly.

"Take it yourself. You're an adult. You keep calling me brother all the time." Song Shengshi ignored him, cursed, and put two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

The pig's trotters were stewed to be soft, salty and fragrant, with just the right amount of flavor. The soybeans were also soaked in the sauce and were just right to eat with rice.

Wen Junhui ate with great relish.

His younger brother was sitting nearby. Seeing this scene, he seemed to suddenly understand something and tugged at Wen Junhui's sleeve.

Wen Junhui put down the bowl and looked at his brother in confusion, with a grain of rice still stuck at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, this is delicious, you eat it!" Wen Junhui's younger brother rarely spent time together, and he actually wanted to further improve the ice between him and his brother, so he mustered up the courage to take the first step.

I put some fish-flavored eggplant into Wen Junhui's bowl.

It’s just that Wen Junhui doesn’t eat eggplant.

Song Sheng didn't know this in his previous life, but he observed it in this life. Almost every time he went out for Chinese food, Wen Junhui would avoid dishes with eggplant.

Occasionally, members didn’t understand the menu and ordered something accidentally, or the takeout they ordered unexpectedly contained eggplant, and he would carefully pick it out bit by bit and put it on the takeout lid.

Everyone was curious, so they asked about it. Wen Junhui said that he always felt that eggplant had a strong smell of gasoline, and even if he forced it into his mouth, he would feel nauseous and difficult to swallow.

But Wen Junhui didn't show it. He stared at the bowl for a while and decided to pick up his chopsticks.

It was said that it was late, but it was soon. Song Shengshi said at the side: "The old man brought three little dogs."

My brother's attention was immediately drawn and he turned to look at the door.

Song Shengshi immediately patted Wen Junhui and handed the bowl to him. Wen Junhui understood and moved the bowl closer. Song Shengshi used chopsticks to scoop the fish-flavored eggplant and the rice that had touched it into his bowl, and then ate it all in two or three bites.

The little flower dog couldn't hold attention for too long, and the little brother, who had seen enough, was about to turn his head back. In order to make Wen Junhui look more realistic after eating the fish-flavored eggplant, Song Shengshi's brain worked at high speed and he used his spoon to rub some juice on the side of Wen Junhui's lips.

The elder at the table: No... these two kids, what are they doing for no reason...

Song Qingyue: My eyes——

The younger brother turned around and saw Wen Junhui with juice on the corner of his mouth. He smiled widely and asked, "Brother, is it delicious?"

Wen Junhui nodded and said it was delicious, then pretended to be calm and took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe his mouth.

Song Shengshi leaned out and smiled at his brother: "Fish-flavored eggplant is great, but your brother prefers cola chicken wings."

My brother looked at the table and felt a little disappointed when he found that the dish was not there.

"It's okay, just serve it for him next time we eat together." Song Shengshi stood up and touched his brother's head.

After he and Wen Junhui had eaten their fill, they stood up, exchanged some polite words with their elders, and left together.

This is also one of the customs here. The younger generation does not have to wait until the elders have finished eating before leaving the table.

After Song Shengshi and Wen Junhui left, Wen's mother held her brother in her arms and touched his nose.

"You silly boy, your brother doesn't eat eggplant."

"Ah, then what did he eat just now?"

"Because your brother loves you."