Chapter 220: Wrong Drink
Since we are treating guests, the meal must be sumptuous.
The dishes in the constant temperature box were taken out, including the small cakes that were made before, a large plate of bamboo shoots that Mo Si liked, braised sweet and sour pork, and the spare ribs and meatballs that he had made before.
The small long table was piled high with plates. Mo Si paused for a moment and asked, "Did we prepare too much?"
"No." Jiang Qiuqiu picked up the chopsticks. "I worked for a long time today and I'm a little tired. I need to eat more to replenish my mental strength."
"Also, I was chatting with Sister Chengyu before, and she said you have a big appetite too."
The kind that can eat 20 plates without any problem.
“…”
Mo Si is really polite today.
Jiang Qiuqiu couldn't figure out whether he felt a little embarrassed because he was in his own home or because he came to apologize and was a little restrained.
So he stood up and moved a few of his favorite dishes next to him.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't you want to eat vegetables? These are all your favorites. Eat more, or I won't be able to finish all this."
So, Mo Si picked up the chopsticks.
If you don't start at the beginning, you can still restrain yourself.
If you don't exercise restraint from the beginning, it will be really difficult to exercise restraint.
He devoured everything in a flash. Before sitting down, Mo Si really just wanted to taste the food and leave after eating until he was 30% full.
However, after sitting down, he no longer had control over the development of everything.
Jiang Qiuqiu: I put it next to you on purpose, please eat more.
Eat the first wave.
Jiang Qiuqiu: Are the bamboo shoots I made today not tasty? I've been making bamboo shoots lately, and I thought you liked them. Are you tired of eating them every day?
specially--
How could I not like it? How could I get tired of it?
Eat the second wave.
Is there something about this dish that doesn't suit your taste?
Eat the third wave.
Halfway through the meal, Jiang Qiuqiu recommended the pan-fried fish balls to Mo Si. Perhaps he accidentally dipped too much chili in the fish balls, so when Jiang Qiuqiu replied to a message, she looked up and saw Mo Si with a flushed face, slightly swollen lips, and coughing lightly.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"It's spicy." Mo Si put the meatball down and stood up to pour water.
Jiang Qiuqiu asked him to sit down, "Wait a minute, I'll get you some iced drinks."
Running to the refrigerator and opening it, Jiang Qiuqiu casually pulled out a bottle of iced drink and handed it to Mo Si.
When Mo Si took the first sip, he paused for a moment, and a question flashed through his mind: what is this? But the feeling of ice quickly suppressed the burning taste on the upper edge of his mouth, so he didn't think too much about it and drank a few more sips.
Fortunately, although the fish balls were spicy, Mo Si didn't eat too much. After drinking a bottle of ice drink, the stimulating taste was finally suppressed.
"You can't eat spicy food?"
"People with strong mental powers also have a stronger perception of objects." Although the spiciness had subsided, Mo Si's lips were still slightly swollen: "The spiciness is too strong."
"Sorry, sorry, I won't serve you spicy food next time."
"It's okay. It has a unique flavor if you try it occasionally. You cook it very well."
After that, Mo Si didn't pick up his chopsticks.
Because he felt that he had reached the critical point of eating, Mo Si wanted to wait for Jiang Qiuqiu to finish eating before leaving, but soon, a strange sour and sweet aroma drifted into his nose, and a hint of sweetness appeared on the tip of his tongue. The originally obedient energy suddenly became restless, rushing from the sea of spiritual energy to the head and tail vertebrae. This is not right!
Mo Si suddenly picked up the cup containing the drink.
"Qiuqiu, what is this?"
"Huh?" Because iced drinks were all stored in opaque bottles in the refrigerator, Jiang Qiuqiu didn't know what it was at that moment. "What's wrong with this drink? Let me take a look."
Jiang Qiuqiu took the bottle. The liquid inside had been drunk up. She put the hole close to her nose and a faint smell of alcohol spread.
…
"I got the wrong one, I got you a bottle of wine!"
"liquor?"
(End of this chapter)
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