"Gao Dan, stop nagging. Who told you to go out and get drunk? You did something wrong, so you have to accept the punishment, you know?"

Oh my, this little radish, barely the size of a bean, has quite a story to tell about his father.

Gao Dan was really having a headache. He took the cup from his silly son, which was at the perfect temperature, and downed it in one gulp.

"Go, pour another cup."

Um?

The little guy looked at his father with suspicious eyes, but in the end, he obediently took it.

His mischievous expression was so wicked that Gao Dan, slightly tipsy, couldn't bear to look at him.

Could this kid possibly be adding poison to it?

Cough, poison is impossible, but saliva is possible!

However, it's clear that our little dumpling isn't so heartless as to treat his own father that badly.

Hmph, so be it if it falls.

I can give you a good scolding later!

The hangover tea in the kettle had been cooled down and wasn't very hot, so Ye Wanying didn't bother with it; it was a trivial matter.

Sure enough, although the little man's movements were clumsy and unsteady, he eventually managed to fill the cup with hangover tea and hand it to Gao Dan:

"Drink it, Daddy."

"Not called Gao Dan anymore?"

Well, you just flicked someone's foot, so naturally you won't call him Gao Dan anymore.

Wait until you're drunk before you call again.

Pfft, you're already thinking about next time before this is even over? So you're hoping your dad gets drunk?

For a petty person like me, it's actually quite something, because only when Daddy is drunk can I take charge and sing my own song!

Otherwise, I'd just be a pitiful little cabbage all the time.

After drinking two cups of hangover tea, Gao Dan clearly noticed that his headache had lessened considerably, and now he didn't look at his wife so foolishly anymore.

With so many people around, Ye Wanying didn't plan to say much more.

"Can you help them up?"

"It must be possible."

Just like the stupid son said, no one will say anything if you drink outside, but it's too much if you get drunk and your family has to come pick you up.

To compensate for headaches and weakness, what does it matter?

Ye Wanying pouted, and the little one next to her made the same pouted expression as her mother.

Gao Dan picked out two people whose families didn't come to pick them up, and asked the restaurant staff to keep an eye on the others so they could come back and help them later. Fortunately, Hua Zi and Cong Zi had become successful and built houses on a nearby street.

Ye Wanying held her son's hand, while Hua Zi and Cong Zi swayed and led the way.

"Sister-in-law, you're too kind," Hua Zi said, his tongue thick with slur.

“That’s right, that’s right, this little bit of wine can’t even get us two drunk,” Congzi chimed in from behind.

hehe.

If you take two steps, stepping your left foot on your right foot and your right foot on your left foot, then this statement might have some credibility.

After walking for several minutes, the group finally arrived at Hua Zi's house.

Hua Zi was quite conscientious; he took out his key from his pocket to open the door, but his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't insert the key properly.

"There's a ghost today!"

Yes, it's you, you big drunkard.

After finally opening the door, Gao Dan helped the two drunkards, who were almost limp, inside and threw them onto the living room sofa. This time, the mother and son didn't need to come with her; Gao Dan went back to the hotel and then helped them back.

Fortunately, one of them was somewhat sober and followed behind Gao Dan, looking like he was about to fall every now and then, which made people very worried.

Can't you even walk properly anymore?

Does this main road belong to you?

Ye Wanying stood guard at the door, watching the group of people arrive, and asked a rare question:

"What about the rest?"

"He was picked up by his family."

"oh."