"Please, please, have a seat. Today, we don't distinguish between generations. Just find the nearest available seat and sit down. Don't be polite. We will have gatherings like this more often in the future," Aubree said, inviting everyone to take their seats. Everything was orderly, without being too rigid.
The wine glasses on the table sparkled like crystal under the lights, and the folded handkerchiefs formed attractive shapes. The New Year's Eve dinner at Emerald Bay was arranged with great grandeur. It was said that each dish was prepared by top Italian chefs.
Amidst the liveliness, a warm atmosphere filled the air. Everyone raised their glasses to toast, wishing each other a better year ahead. As they ate and chatted, the distance between them narrowed once again.
At the same time, in the villas nearby, the lights were also on. The table was filled with seafood and Canadian specialties. Belinda was enjoying the meal and felt deeply moved. She continuously praised Tristan's cooking skills and thanked him.
"Talented people are truly versatile, managing the company so well and having excellent culinary skills," Belinda said, taking a sip of red wine and becoming more satisfied with her son-in-law.
Tristan couldn't help but smile, feeling a bit embarrassed by the compliments. Belinda asked, "Tristan, you rarely cook at home, right?"
Tristan raised his gaze, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Yes, rarely," he admitted, "but if we start a family in the future, I will cook more often."
Monica blushed upon hearing his words. "Haha, you've worked hard today," Belinda said happily, as she had eaten two bowls of rice tonight.
Monica glanced at Algerone, who was eating quietly, intentionally not looking up. But it was clear that he was in a good mood tonight.
"Belinda, two people cooked tonight. You shouldn't just thank Tristan," Monica said with a smile. "Right? You've also eaten a lot of the dishes Algerone made."
Algerone looked up, and his gaze coincided with Belinda's gentle eyes. She said to him, "Thank you, Algerone."
"You're welcome, you're welcome! No secrets among family!" Algerone blurted out, feeling even more embarrassed. They weren't remarried yet, but they were already a family... Wasn't this a bit...?
Fortunately, Belinda didn't say anything. Monica quickly raised her glass to ease the situation. "Come, let's toast! Since we're all family!"
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