Old Man Ji wanted to take this opportunity to chat, and incidentally... oh no, I mean to tell some of his heroic past stories, to broaden the horizons of his two unsophisticated women!
“He has a racing license,” Lu Yibei said.
Old Man Ji: ...
Mrs. Ji glanced at her again, "Why don't you continue asking?"
"Ah, but it probably wasn't renewed. The license is only valid once a year... so it can only be said that it existed in the past."
Lu Yibei smiled and said, "It's not difficult. Uncle, if you're interested, you can take a look. I've seen the process. I think even a novice driver like me can pass it, let alone an experienced driver like you. But you're so busy and don't go to the track, so there's no need for you."
"Yes, yes."
Old Man Ji chimed in, "There's no need."
Look at that child, how well he speaks!
Old Master Ji's smugness wasn't due to a lack of motivation, but rather because he couldn't pass the exam...
—Wait, who said that again?
—Oh, he just thinks the words make sense; the words themselves aren't wrong.
—As for the people involved, that remains to be discussed.
Looking at Old Man Ji's expression, Lu Yibei suddenly pursed his lips, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Ji Qingqian, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him strangely.
Huh? What's Ah Bei laughing at?
Lu Yibei then mouthed something to her.
—A good father.
Moreover, he is not only a good father, but also a very, very good elder.
Lu Yibei thought to himself.
Ji Qingqian was puzzled.
How did Ah Bei figure it out?
…
Although Aunt Ji told Lu Yibei not to mind, the restaurant was actually quite high-class.
It's not a restaurant specializing in Northeastern cuisine. In Ji's mother's words, it's just Northeastern food, which we can eat at home in the future. This time, we'll try something different.
Then there were beef and mutton, seafood and lobster, etc. The dishes served were quite luxurious and comprehensive.
Most importantly.
Old Man Ji even specially asked the waiter to order a bottle of wine for their private room.
White.
"Little Lu, shall we have a drink, you and me?" Old Man Ji asked.
Ji Qingqian glanced at Lu Yibei.
The latter was in high spirits: "Great! Let's drink until we drop!"
—We won't leave until we're drunk.
Ji Qingqian felt that they should go back before they even started eating.
"Good, good courage."
Old Man Ji started pouring wine for Lu Yibei.
“Come on,” Lu Yibei said.
Ji Qingqian rarely felt this way.
She watched as Ah Bei picked up his wine glass, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
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