Food blogger Meng Zhao woke up one day to find herself transmigrated into the body of a wicked sister-in-law in a male-oriented novel.
Facing the "Dragon King" male protagonist, who w...
Meng Zhao couldn't help but roll her eyes. Does everyone talk nonsense when they're drunk? Can "not having drunk anything" and "only having one drink" coexist?
Shen Qinghe pressed on, her tone stubborn: "Your sister-in-law hasn't said yet, are you waiting for me to come home?"
"Yeah! How am I supposed to lock the door if you don't come back? What if a thief sneaks in?" Meng Zhao was both annoyed and amused, and had no choice but to go along with his words.
Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe said with a hint of self-reproach, "I'm sorry, sister-in-law, it's my fault. But it's all the magistrate's fault. He kept talking to me, and that's why I couldn't get away. He even said that he was the one who was sorry to you, sister-in-law."
Meng Zhao was taken aback, raising an eyebrow slightly: "What did he say he wronged me about?"
Shen Qinghe's head was in a mess at the moment, and she didn't want to talk to Meng Zhao about anything else, so she said, "Sister-in-law, my head hurts so much." Her tone unconsciously carried a hint of coquetry.
Seeing that he was indeed a little drunk, Meng Zhao sighed and said, "Then wait here, I'll go and make you a bowl of hangover soup."
After saying that, she turned and went to the kitchen, with Shen Qinghe following closely behind her like a little tail.
Meng Zhao was already used to this. Last time, Shen Qinghe was in the same state after getting drunk, and she didn't make a fuss about it. She simply moved a small stool for him to sit on next to her.
Seeing that Shen Qinghe seemed to be in some discomfort, Meng Zhao couldn't help but say, "You know you can't drink, so why didn't you think of some excuses beforehand? Say you weren't feeling well, that your elders were waiting for you, or that you had things to do tomorrow? Wouldn't that have been fine? Why did you have to drink until you felt unwell?"
Shen Qinghe sat on a small stool, watching Meng Zhao's busy figure. Knowing that she was concerned about him, he smiled slightly and said with a hint of satisfaction, "Sister-in-law, you are so good."