"Uncle, please stop busying yourself. You haven't eaten yet." Ling Ju said.
Song Xin said, "I'll go ask the waiter for a few more bowls of rice. Qian Yue, do you want to eat?" Qian Yue shook his head. The teenager had grown into a very energetic boy.
Qian Yue poured some water for the drunk guys and asked, "Second cousin, can you drink?"
Ling Ju nodded and boasted, "Of course I do! I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk! It's a pity that I don't have the space to practice while I'm pregnant!"
Song Qi pinched her thigh from under the table and whispered in her ear, "If you really can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, we won't be able to get pregnant."
Ling Ju: "...Okay, I was just bragging. I can't drink at all."
Qian Yue: "? Isn't it true that you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?"
Song Qi glanced at Qian Yue and said, "Your second cousin's wife is just bragging."
Qian Yue “…”
Finally, after seeing off the guests, everyone returned to the compound together.
After returning, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.
The three men drank too much, so Ling Ju cooked a pot of hangover soup, added some energy, and asked the three of them to drink it.
She was not tired at all. After returning home, she cleaned up outside by herself. When everyone got up in the evening, they found that this pregnant woman had actually prepared dinner.
Ling Ju received the money from Song Zhiwei yesterday, a very thick red envelope. She knew that Qian Jing's family was also wealthy, so she could only make more delicious food to thank her aunt and uncle.
Qian Jing is a native Shanghainese, and she specially made scallion oil noodles as the staple food for dinner.
Even made a big pot of rice.
No one expected that she even knew how to cook home-cooked meals in Shanghai.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
