"There was a queue when we went to buy roast duck, and we waited a while. If I had known we had guests at home, I wouldn't have gone with them."
Wen Qiao said, "It's nothing."
"Big sister, why don't you make some noodles with soybean paste? The three kids want to eat noodles with soybean paste. I've already made the sauce. You can prepare the rest of the side dishes."
After the three children lined up to wash their hands, Wen Qiao wiped them clean.
Da Bao and Er Bao first pulled the chair over for their younger sister, and then pulled the chair over for Wen Qiao. They were very sensible and considerate.
Shen Jichuan patted the seat next to him, and Wen Qiao obediently sat down.
Seeing that they had drunk quite a bit, and had only just started eating, the bottle of Wuliangye was already half full. Shen Jichuan's face didn't turn red when he drank, and there was no sign of anything unusual about him. However, He Muye's eyes were a little red.
"Comrade He, may you continue drinking?"
He Muyi raised his glass defiantly, "I can drink. But nobody's like you, coming up here and forcing me to drink, I haven't even eaten a single bite of food."
“Then eat your food. I saw you drinking so much and I thought you had a high alcohol tolerance. I thought you didn’t eat your food because you felt that the food at home was bland and not suitable for your foreign stomach.”
He Muye realized that Shen Jichuan was deliberately trying to get him drunk.
Wen Qiao ignored them and ate her meal with her three children.
I rolled up some roast duck for the three children.
While drinking, Shen Jichuan didn't forget to put food on Wen Qiao's plate and whispered a reminder to her, "Don't just think about the children. They're grown up and can eat by themselves. You should eat something."
“You’ve lost weight after being abroad for so long; the food there isn’t suitable for your stomach.”
Wen Qiao hummed in agreement, "Home-cooked meals are still the best."
"Then eat more."
He Muye stared in disbelief at Wen Qiao's gentle and considerate demeanor, something he had never seen abroad.
The strong-willed Wen Qiao, the Wen Qiao who can wield a gun, the Wen Qiao with fierce eyes, can also become so gentle.
He really underestimated her.
The three little ones ate some vegetables and then some noodles with soybean paste, and soon they were full.
Wen Qiao had finished eating, so she went outside to watch the children play.
As for what Shen Jichuan wanted to get out of He Muye, she knew without asking that it was nothing more than what had happened between them abroad.
Let him ask.
Given Wen Qiao's current special status, it's not suitable for her to go out and wander around; staying at home is just fine.
I waited until 2:30 pm.
Shen Jichuan and He Muye drank three bottles of Wuliangye liquor together.
Shen Jichuan's private driver came in, greeted Wen Qiao, and took He Muyi to his hotel.
Wen Qiao was worried about Shen Jichuan, so she went inside to check on him.
I saw him leaning back on the sofa, resting with his eyes closed.
Wen Qiao reached out to touch his forehead, but Shen Jichuan grabbed her wrist. He saw that Shen Jichuan's eyes were open and somewhat unfocused, but he clearly knew who was standing in front of him.
"Warm buckwheat".
“It’s me,” Wen Qiao replied. “Didn’t I remind you not to drink so much? You still wouldn’t listen to me. Are you feeling unwell now? I’m going to make you some hangover soup. I’ll feed you some later.”
"Wen Qiao," he called again, then said in a deep, hoarse apology, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you."
"If I can't even trust you, how heartbroken you must be."
"But how come I didn't know you knew how to use a handgun?"
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