After Geoffrey's friends ate the birthday cake, they were sent home. In the evening, the Stephenson family invited Patrick and the others to a big hotel for dinner.
"I was going to cook it at home. Patrick didn't come to Geoffrey's birthday last year. Just now, my mom said that she was afraid that you wouldn't be used to the food."
They arrived at the hotel they had booked. Crystal and Christina went to the bathroom and had a chat.
After all, Geoffrey was a child. Patrick was cold and hated socializing. It was normal for him not to attend these small engagements especially. In contrast, Charles and the others were more approachable.
"Actually, people in Hopkins family are not as difficult to get along with as you think." Christina muttered.
Crystal smiled. "Compared to a high family like the Hopkins family, the Stephenson family will feel the pressure."
"Crystal, is there any pressure for you to marry into the Stephenson family?" Christina asked with concern.
"I think Chandler's parents are easy to get along with. How do they treat you? Do you have any problems with your mother-in-law?"
Christina thought of Patrick's mother. Although she had little contact with her and they didn't have a conflict for the time being. In fact, Christina and Judy didn't get along well. They would get the pleasantries when they met.
The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was always difficult to handle.
Crystal almost swore, "Chandler's parents are definitely the best and rarest in the world. They never make things difficult for me and always think of me, much better than my own mother. I like them very much."
After washing her hands, Christina took a tissue, wiped her wet hands, and turned around. Seeing her loyal look, she felt funny and patted her on the shoulder.
"I'm glad that you have a good life in the Stephenson family, don't hold back and tell me if you feel uncomfortable."
Crystal and Chandler got their marriage certificate quickly. Crystal's family was complicated, with the heartless mother and stepfather, and stepbrother. Christina was glad to see she marry a good man.
However, Crystal had used to enduring. Whatever happened, she had always wronged herself.
"Chandler is not bad and he is smart, but..."
Christina looked at her and said frankly, "I think Charles is better than Chandler. If you marry Charles, there's nothing to worry about."
Charles definitely loved his wife.
"It depends on fate. Mr. Shepherd has so many beautiful girlfriends. How dare I covet him? He is like a brother."
Crystal couldn't help but laugh when she thought of Charles being urged to marry by his mother.
Christina smiled. "That's true. Charles is a playboy who had so many girlfriends. He has done his own evil. He will definitely be despised by his wife."
"My mother-in-law just said that she hoped to find a nice girl for Charles, saying that he used to be playful. The men who like children and animals aren't bad-natured. If he got married, he would be a good husband."
As Christina and Crystal teased Mr. Shepherdand, they walked out of the bathroom side by side to the private room.
Seen afar, the door of the private room was open, and the waiters were serving the dishes one by one.
In the corridor, Mrs. Stephenson, holding a bowl and spoon, chased after Geoffrey, who was running ahead. "Geoffrey, be good. Have another sip."
"No." Geoffrey complained that the medicine soup was bitter.
Seeing this, Crystal rushed over and stopped him.
Crystal said sternly, "Geoffrey, go back to your seat and drink the medicine soup on your own. Don't run around in public. Don't you know the rules?"
Geoffrey stopped, unwilling, and he resisted in a low voice, "I'm not sick. Why do you let me take the medicine? I won't drink it."
"There are a lot of students who are sick in the epidemic season. Drinking this can improve immunity. Otherwise, your grandparents will worry about you if you are sick."
Crystal looked like a serious parent. "Don't let your grandmother run after you, holding a bowl. You have grown up. Your classmates will laugh at you if they found this."
In the past, Crystal thought that Geoffrey was smart with some arrogance. She usually indulged him. But after she married Chandler, she felt that the Stephenson family had spoiled him so only she could teach him a lesson.
"Crystal, this medicine is bitter. It's difficult for the child to drink."
To avoid his grandson being wronged, Mrs. Stephenson quickly came over to smooth things over.
Crystal took the bowl of medicinal soup and handed it directly to Geoffrey. She ordered with a straight face, "Take it. Go back and sit down. Then finish it."
Geoffrey seemed to have been dealt with before. With head down, he had no choice but to run back to the private room, holding the bowl.
Seeing that he was obedient, Crystal turned around. "Mom, Geoffrey is smart. He knows that drinking this is good for his health. He sees that you are soft-hearted and refuses to drink it."
Looking at the grandson's unhappy figure, Mrs. Stephenson sighed without saying anything.
Seeing this quietly, Christina felt strange.
The Stephenson family was a scholarly family and should know the etiquette, but Mrs. Stephenson was doting on her grandson. In contrast, Senior Mr. Hopkins seemed to have dealt with Patrick back then. How could she be so indulgent?
The luxurious private room was about 100 square meters and spacious. As this hotel was under the Hopkins Group, so it was easy to have booked for a VIP room. There was a hanging crystal lamp at the entrance. The living room was on the left, with a fruit platter placed there. The beautiful waitress was making tea. Charles and the others were chatting and drinking tea.
The dining room was on the right. There were 38 various dishes placed on the table. The six waiters pulled out their chairs, waiting for the guests to sit on.
"Stop running around. Come in for dinner."
Chandler called out to his son. Although his expression was a little serious, his tone was gentle.
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