Chen Dong was stunned. What was going on?
But then Old Lin called out to the door, "Xiao Wang, prepare some snacks to go with the drinks, and some tea. Then come over and do some shorthand."
Secretary Wang quickly came in. "Mr. Lin, the tea and side dishes are fine, but please drink less alcohol."
Old Lin glared at him. "Drinking less isn't the same as not drinking at all. Besides, the main character is Xiao Lin; I'm just accompanying him. And you're watching from the sidelines, so what else could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"
"Well, alright... but you'd better keep your word." Secretary Wang knew that Old Master Lin was making excuses, but there was nothing he could do but keep a close eye on him and make sure he drank less.
Hearing Secretary Wang say this, Old Lin smiled faintly, and then, while Secretary Wang was out, he winked at Chen Dong and made a sly expression.
Chen Dong found it hard to believe that the old man in front of him was the same Lin Lao he usually knew—a man of refined elegance, serious demeanor, and sometimes imposing presence.
He wanted to ask the other party: Excuse me, are you still the original Old Master Lin? Or have you been time-traveled or possessed?
Secretary Wang worked for a while and quickly got everything done.
As expected of a secretary, she is very organized and efficient.
Several side dishes were placed on the table: stinky tofu, spicy vegetables, ham, salted duck eggs, and fried triangles.
Although the design is simple, it looks delicious.
"Come on, come on, Xiao Chen, even though you've had hot pot, it's been so long, and you've been using your brain and mouth, you must be hungry too. Don't be shy!" Old Lin warmly invited Chen Dong. "By the way, before you eat, have a drink. I want to personally thank Xiao Chen... So, Xiao Wang, you can't skip this, right?"
Secretary Wang said helplessly, "There's only this one cup."
As he spoke, he picked up the wine pot and poured wine for Old Lin, filling a small half-cup.
"That's not right of you. Tea should be poured to seven-tenths full and wine to eight-tenths full. Pouring too much wine is considered an insult. You've only poured a little bit, which is also wrong. What will Xiao Chen think?"
Chen Dong: "..."
"Look, even Xiao Chen isn't very happy," Old Lin said, snatching the wine pot from Secretary Wang's hand and pouring it for himself.
The glass was filled to the brim with the drink. "Oops, I didn't control it well. I poured too much... But I can't pour it back, can I? I'll just leave it at that."
Before Secretary Wang could stop him, Old Lin picked up his wine glass and took a sip with relish. "Well, Xiao Chen, don't be shy, drink up and have some more food."
Old Lin greeted Chen Dong warmly.
On one side was the enthusiastic Old Master Lin, and on the other was Secretary Wang with a resentful look on her face. Chen Dong felt a little at a loss. "Oh, okay!"
He never expected that his visit to Elder Lin would turn him into a pawn.
Why was Old Lin so anxious to find me? Could it just be about this bar meal?
"Xiao Chen, hurry up and start talking, I'm listening! Oh, and Xiao Wang, remember this, I have a feeling that what Xiao Chen is going to talk about today is going to be amazing."
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