Mo Yan didn't say no, but looked at him seriously and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Auntie, I have something to say, but I'm nervous. Drinking some alcohol will give me courage."
The senior didn't hide anything and told the truth: drinking alcohol should make him less nervous.
"Okay, Coco, go and get him some wine."
After hearing this, Qian Ke went and poured himself a glass of wine.
Before Cheng Xue could say anything, her senior took the drink, took a sip, and said, "This tastes pretty good."
The next second, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, he collapsed.
"Senior!" Cheng Xue quickly went over and hugged him. "Mom, what's wrong?"
Why did my senior suddenly faint?
"Can't you tell? He's fainted. Quickly take him to his room, and make him some hangover soup."
The alcohol here is very strong; this young man is really brave.
After hearing this, Cheng Xue helped her senior into the room before coming out herself. "Mom, I don't know how to cook,"
"If you don't know how, then learn. Do you expect someone else to cook for you? What are they doing coming all this way to see you? Can't you just make a hangover soup?"
Cheng Xue, you need to learn to cook and do housework from now on, just so you can cook for yourself in the future. Of course, if you think you are able to hire a nanny or a postpartum caregiver, then disregard what I said.
But in this house, you must learn, otherwise…
Mo Yan glanced at the feather duster beside her and said, "I'm afraid people will say I haven't raised my daughter well. If you don't want to learn, then I'll break your legs."
Learning to cook isn't about pleasing others; it's simply about being able to cook a meal for myself and take good care of myself when I can't afford a nanny.
Cheng Xue: "..."
"I'm not unwilling, I'll go learn right now."
Cheng Xue went to the kitchen and, with Qian Ke's help, made a dark, unappetizing hangover soup...
Mo Yan looked at it with disdain, "Go give it to him and see if he'll drink it."
Cheng Xue: "..." Even she herself was disgusted.
Cheng Xue brought the food in, but her senior was still fast asleep. She could only feed him spoonful by spoonful, which kept leaking out.
So TV dramas are all lies. What can you feed someone with their mouth closed?
Mo Yan didn't care. At noon, she cooked a table full of dishes. Although it was a question of whether the young man could eat them, she had to show her attitude. She didn't like Cheng Xue, but she liked the young man.
After finishing the meal, she went to Cheng Xue's room. Seeing her senior still fast asleep, Mo Yan took out a needle.
"Mom, what are you going to do?"
Cheng Xue panicked a little. What was her mother planning to do?
Mo Yan couldn't bear to see her like that, so she picked her up and threw her away before taking out a needle and pricking her a few times.
The senior student groggily woke up, feeling a splitting headache. "Auntie...I..."
He looked around. He was lying in bed, so he was a knockout? No, he was knocked out after just one sip?
"Auntie, I was drunk... I really didn't expect this to happen, I'm so sorry..."
He really didn't expect his alcohol tolerance to be so low. How could it be so low?
"It's okay, it's normal. Get up and eat. Can you still eat now?"
Mo Yan felt that the problem shouldn't be too serious.
The senior student nodded immediately, stood up quickly, and followed Mo Yan out.
Cheng Xue: "???" Is her hangover soup really that effective?
Looking at the table full of food, the senior student knew that his aunt and uncle valued him very much, and he was overjoyed.
This time he didn't dare to drink anymore. He obediently sat down, ate the food in front of him, and didn't dare to touch anything else, with a smile on his face.
That's when I get nervous, nervous, nervous...
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