Su Qingmo had already put the documents and computer aside.

"By the way, let me teach you another little trick. When you cook, add a few drops of oil. It won't stick to the pan, and it will be more fragrant."

Su Qingmo ate with relish and just nodded in response.

Qin Ran doubted whether Su Qingmo had listened to him.

Maybe there are better and less labor-intensive techniques, like just having someone cook and waiting for the meal to be served.

Qin Ran picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and gave it to Su Qingmo, "I feel like something is missing."

"What?"

"A toast. Let's celebrate with soup instead of wine."

"etc."

Su Qingmo hesitated for a moment, but still took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet.

"Drink this."

The mother's wine that Qin Ran brought back last time.

Memories of Dragonstone flooded back into their minds simultaneously.

Su Qingmo drank a lot in the store and ended up drunk.

It was Qin Ran who carried her back to the hotel, and they had intimate contact later.

Qin Ran was surprised, "There's more. I thought you guys had finished drinking it."

"There's so much, I can't finish it."

Su Qingmo drank with An Ke once and got drunk too.

That time, it was Qin Ran who carried the two people up the stairs.

Qin Ran unscrewed the bottle cap and said, "The remaining half is mine."

"Then drink your half today."

Qin Ran couldn't help laughing, "Do you like Niang wine so much? I'll buy you some next time."

"This is what I like to drink." Su Qingmo pointed to the plastic bottle.

Qin Ran was stunned for a moment, then he laughed.

"What a coincidence! I like it too. Let's drink it together."

The bottle was quite large, so Qin Ran walked around the table and bent down to help Su Qingmo pour the wine.

“Bang!”

A small white square box wrapped in transparent plastic film fell from Qin Ran's pocket to the ground.

Su Qingmo opened his red lips slightly, his eyes full of disbelief!