Shi Lei is much more patient than him.
A few days ago, Meng Yu went to his room and found that the jar of wine was still intact on the shelf, and he hadn't even opened it to take a sip.
So just now he had a sudden idea and said he wanted to make a bet with Shi Lei.
It's a pity that when he mentioned betting on a jar of wine, Shi Lei immediately reacted and did not let him succeed.
Meng Yu sighed with regret and said, "You are such a person, isn't wine meant to be drunk?
"It won't give birth even if you just leave it there and watch it.
"Are you going to take it into your coffin?"
"Bah, you're the one taking it to your coffin!" Shi Lei rolled his eyes at him. "I just think it's a bit of a waste to drink it normally, so I plan to wait until an important day to open it and drink it!"
"What important day? The day you're getting married?" Meng Yu curled his lips when he heard that. "That's no different than being carried into a coffin!"
Shi Lei really couldn't argue with him, so he simply shut up and kept silent.
Fortunately, Mr. Cen finally spoke up and called Meng Yu away, and finally Shi Lei's ears were quiet again.
"Meng Yu! Take Feixue back to the stable first. It's almost time for us to go back."
After returning to the farm, Mr. Cen asked Shi Lei to carry the fresh vegetables picked from the vegetable garden in the afternoon to the kitchen.
"My dear, you didn't eat much at noon today. It must be that the cooking skills of the people in the kitchen are not to your taste.
"You'll cook for my great-grandfather tonight. These are all vegetables from our own fields, much fresher than those in the city. Can you please give me some face and eat more?"
Meng Yu, who was standing aside, heard this and recalled how Qingtian had lunch at noon.
He remembered that Mr. Cen seemed to have praised her for not being picky about food and for enjoying everything she ate!
How come I didn’t eat much after just one afternoon?
He was also quite worried about Mr. Cen's health. The old man took a car and went to the vegetable garden today, and accompanied Qingtian to ride horses on the grassland. If he also had to cook in the evening, would he be too tired?
Just as he was thinking about how to persuade her, he heard Qingtian say, "The lunch was actually quite delicious, but not as good as what mother cooked.
“My great-grandfather’s cooking is even better than my mother’s.
"But my mother said that eating too much at night can cause indigestion.
"So, great-grandfather, please don't make too much, or I won't be able to stop eating it."
Upon hearing this, Elder Cen immediately said, "Okay, okay, then let's make two dishes, okay?"
Meng Yu was stunned when he heard this, and then gave Qingtian a thumbs up.
When it comes to dealing with the old man, Sunny Day is the best choice!
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