After watching her husband fill his own cup, Mrs. Ji watched as her husband filled his own cup to the brim.
She picked up the cup and took a light sniff.
What kind of wine?
"Wuliangye, that's the one I usually drink, it's pretty good."
Old Man Ji said, "Come on, Xiao Lu, give me your glass, I'll fill it up for you—don't worry, it's 45 proof, you won't get sick from it. Qingqian can drink almost half a jin. You can hold your liquor, right?"
Lu Yibei smiled shyly: "It's alright."
Ji Qingqian looked at Lu Yibei, pursed her lips, and her fingers, which were holding chopsticks and were about to pick up some food, trembled slightly.
How did Ah Bei, with his mouth at 37 degrees Celsius, utter those two icy words?
"Alright, let's start with this today to pave the way. Another day, I'll give you a drink of 55 degrees or higher to show you the real deal."
Old Man Ji poured the liquid into the cup that Lu Yibei handed him.
Lu Yibei was very polite, and he tried to keep his wine glass low.
Old Man Ji said again:
"In Northeast China, being able to drink alcohol is what makes a real man."
Lu Yibei smiled and agreed, "Yes, I've heard that phrase before."
Ji Qingqian wanted to say, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
But since it was Ah Bei's first time having dinner with her parents, the young girl was sensible enough to consider her boyfriend's feelings—if she brought it up herself, it would definitely embarrass Ah Bei.
If we don't bring it up, then it's not just an embarrassing issue.
The little girl pursed her lips again and again.
I really can't think of any perfect solution right now.
She could only silently scold her disobedient boyfriend in her heart.
—I told you not to push yourself and not to drink before we came. I already told you you can't hold your liquor.
—My responses at the time were "Okay," "I understand," "Don't worry about it," and "I know my place." And they even said lying is childish… Humph, you dog!
At the same time, that sentence was still echoing in her mind.
If you say that Ah Bei is no good at anything else, he'll just laugh it off and won't take it to heart. But if you say he's bad at games or can't hold his liquor, he'll definitely give you a good talking-to.
How childish! Childish little dog Bei!!
Mrs. Ji glanced at her daughter.
Seeing her daughter's fair face tense up, she thought for a moment.
Suddenly, he gently licked the wine glass.
Just as Old Man Ji was about to ask his wife for some wine, he saw this and said softly, "Hmm?"
"ah."
Upon tasting the alcohol, Mrs. Ji suddenly realized, "Xiao Lu, I'm afraid you can't drink anymore."
Lu Yibei was all smiles, planning to drink and sing with his Uncle Ji.
Upon hearing this...
"ah?"
“I’ve been drinking. If you’re going to drink with your uncle, then no one will be able to drive.”
Mrs. Ji said, "Don't drink and drive. We still have to abide by the traffic law."
Lu Yibei: "...Ah."
Ji Qingqian was taken aback.
She glanced at her mother, who gave her a subtle, knowing look.
— Learn from this.
Ji Qingqian nodded immediately.
Mom is still Mom.
The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, etched with the marks of time, exude a sense of wisdom.
—It's fortunate that Aunt Ji didn't know what her filial son and daughter were thinking, otherwise she would definitely have given her a classic Northeastern woman's hook punch on the head.
"No... really, why are you drinking for no reason?" Old Man Ji questioned.
"You're allowed to drink it, but I'm not?" Mrs. Ji retorted.
Old Man Ji quickly replied, "...That's because I was worried you couldn't hold your liquor!"
Mrs. Ji remained noncommittal: "Anyway, Qian'er doesn't have a driver's license, and I've been drinking. One of you two has to stay sober, right? But then again, it's not fun drinking alone. Let's just leave it at that for today. Xiao Lu, we can talk about it next time."
Lu Yibei was still not satisfied.
But ultimately, the girlfriend's mother's words carry more weight.
He was just about to say yes.
His uncle Ji then said:
"You can just call a designated driver!"
“That’s right!” Lu Yibei suddenly realized, “There are also designated drivers.”
Then Uncle Ji was glared at fiercely by Aunt Ji.
—Are you trying to be rude? I told you not to drink it, but you insisted on drinking it anyway.
Lu Yibei could empathize deeply with this.
Because he also got glared at by Miss Ji.
—Hey Lu, do you have any self-awareness?
The two men gave an awkward smile and put down their wine glasses.
"Uncle Ji, you should at least put in some effort," Lu Yibei thought to himself.
"Little Lu, can't you ask Qingqian to talk to her mother?" Old Master Ji thought to himself.
"It's the Lunar New Year, so there's no need to bother with a designated driver."
As Mrs. Ji placed the liquor on the floor by the table leg, she chatted with Lu Yibei: "Normally it wouldn't be a problem, but even our driver, Lao Cao, has been given a holiday to reunite with his family during the Spring Festival. Those designated drivers have it tough too, so let's not make them work so hard."
Lu Yibei pondered for a moment.
Aunt Ji's words make some sense, but not much.
Is there any possibility?
Are those designated drivers specifically there to make money at this particular time?
"Aunt Ji, I think..."
Lu Yibei is a bit different from Old Man Ji; he plans to have a discussion with Aunt Ji.
Aunt Ji didn't let Lu Yibei finish speaking. She gazed into the boy's eyes and smiled.
"Let's not drink today, okay?"
Lu Yibei: ...
In Aunt Ji's bright, open eyes, he saw something dangerous; her gaze even seemed to contain a background music.
It is used to describe the difference between him and his Uncle Ji.
"We're not so different; when it gets dark, we look up at the same starry sky."
"……good."
So Lu Yibei nodded vigorously: "I'll do whatever you say."
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