There weren't many customers in the restaurant. Including Qin Ran and the other person, there were only three tables in total.
Not long after, the fat lady brought a plate of salt-baked chicken.
"Try it first."
Qin Ran smelled a "salty aroma" and was a little surprised.
The golden salt-baked chicken looks quite authentic.
The fat lady boss said familiarly, "Would you like some wine? Home-brewed Niang wine."
"Try some."
"Okay, wait a moment." The fat proprietress winked at Qin Ran and walked towards the backyard with her plump waist twisted.
Su Qingmo asked curiously, "What wine did she just talk about?"
"Niangjiu, a kind of glutinous rice wine unique to this place, made with mountain spring water. It has a mild and slightly sweet taste."
“No.”
"It's normal, but it's rare outside. Do you know why it's called Niangjiu?"
"have no idea."
"This is a wine brewed by mothers themselves to celebrate the return of their children who have been away from home, so it is called Niangjiu."
"How do you know? Have you been here before?"
"Uh." Qin Ran paused. "I've been here twice, but not to Dragonstone Town. I also had Niangjiu, though."
Su Qingmo felt that Qin Ran was not telling the truth, but he did not investigate further.
In fact, Qin Ran had come here before to try the specialties.
In a few years, it will be gone.
......
The fat proprietress brought over a large bottle of wine. Qin Ran roughly estimated that it weighed at least one kilogram.
"Sister, that's a bit too much."
"This is more than enough, and the alcohol content isn't too high. It's just enough for two people. If anyone else wants it, I won't give it to them."
Qin Ran smiled bitterly, but it was not appropriate to ask the proprietress to pour it back. He took the wine and said thank you.
Niangjiu has a soft texture, but it has a strong aftertaste.
Su Qingmo probably couldn't drink much, and the rest would have to go into Qin Ran's stomach.
However, when he smelled the aroma of Niangjiu, Qin Ran had a better impression of the fat proprietress.
There is still a big difference between homemade wine and industrial wine outside.
Qin Ran looked at Su Qingmo, "Boss Su, would you like to try it?"
"A little bit, please."
Qin Ran poured Su Qingmo a small sip.
The fat proprietress who was standing at the counter and watching muttered, "He's useless. Even if I give him a chance, it's useless."
Su Qingmo took a sip, his eyes lit up, and he handed over the cup again.
"A little more."
"It's not suitable to drink rice wine when you have a cold. It can cause indigestion."
"Just a little."
Qin Ran had no choice but to pour a little more and drip a few drops.
Su Qingmo quickly reached out and lifted the bottom of the bottle, then poured half a cup.
. . .
Qin Ran quickly lifted the bottle to prevent it from spilling.
What's going on?
Is Su Qingmo still an alcoholic?
When I went to Encore’s bar before, I didn’t see Su Qingmo drink much, and it was obvious that he didn’t have a good alcohol tolerance.
"Boss Su, this wine has a strong aftertaste. Just try it."
"I really like it. I'll ask the boss lady for some so we can take it back."
"But you really can't drink too much in your condition."
Su Qingmo took a sip and said, "Qin Ran, you're so long-winded."
. . .
Kieran’s eye twitched.
Drink it, drink it.
You will regret it when you feel dizzy and uncomfortable.
Qin Ran poured himself a glass, took a sip of wine and a bite of chicken, feeling so happy!
Su Qingmo raised his glass.
"Qin Ran, thank you for taking care of me these past two days. I respect you."
"You're welcome. It's all my duty." Qin Ran also raised his glass. "Hey, drink slowly. This is wine."
"I can drink quite well, don't always look down on me."
"I don't look down on you. Have something to eat. This salt-baked chicken is delicious, and the yellow rice cakes are fragrant too. The boss is a good cook."
Halfway through the meal, a blush appeared on Su Qingmo's face.
White with a hint of red, pink and attractive.
"Qin Ran, another drink."
"You really can't drink anymore, you're already drunk."
"I'm not drunk. I know that."
"What's this?" Qin Ran stretched out a fist.
Su Qingmo smiled and raised her fist to bump with Qin Ran.
"I'm really not drunk, hehe"
Qin Ran breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise it would be troublesome to send it back later.
The alcohol content of Niangjiu is not high, only about ten degrees.
But just like rice wine, the aftereffect kicks in after a while.
Kieran finished the rest of the wine and shook the bottle.
“It’s really gone.”
"Stingy." Su Qingmo raised his hand and beckoned, "Boss lady, another bottle of Niang wine."
Qin Ran pulled Su Qingmo's hand down and said apologetically, "Boss, no need. I'm sorry."
Then he quickly finished the rest of the meal and took out 150 yuan and put it on the table.
"Madam, the money is on the table. We're leaving first."
The fat proprietress was paying the bill for another table of guests and turned around and said, "Okay, come again next time and take good care of your wife."
. . .
Qin Ran quickly helped Su Qingmo leave.
Walking out onto the street, the cool evening breeze cooled Qin Ran's hot face a little.
This body had not been tempered by drinking, and with the aftereffects taking effect, Qin Ran was a little tipsy.
My head is clear, but my body feels a little tipsy and swaying.
I was in a hurry to leave and drank a little too fast.
Qin Ran took off his coat and put it on Su Qingmo, standing on the roadside waiting for a taxi.
Su Qingmo lowered his head, his body shaking slightly.
"Qin Ran, when did I become your wife?"
"Cough cough cough"
"What?"
"When did I become your wife?"
"No, you're drunk and you heard it wrong."
"Humph!" Su Qingmo raised his head. "I heard it all, and you admitted it yourself."
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