Everyone was mumbling something, but no one knew what they were saying.
"Hey, this old man, the young man can't control himself, and he can't control himself either. He drinks so much, isn't he afraid that he won't be able to get up tomorrow morning?"
Grandma Zhang kept complaining.
"Wanwan, wait here for Auntie. I'll make a bowl of hangover soup for Zhouxing and the others. Let them drink it, otherwise they'll have a hard time tonight."
Aunt Zhang, whose husband had a penchant for alcohol in his youth, had become adept at making hangover soup. Seeing this, she volunteered.
"Okay, thank you for your help, auntie!"
"Hey, it's no trouble. Just sit here and wait for your aunt."
After saying that, Aunt Zhang hurried to the kitchen.
"Song Zhouxing, Song Zhouxing?"
"Huh? Wanwan? How come there are two Wanwans? Hmm, that's not right. My Wanwan is the only one in the world. There must be some little goblin pretending to be my Wanwan!"
Listening to Song Zhouxing's unclear mumbling, Meng Beiwan couldn't help but feel warm on his face.
Looking at the expressions and actions of his aunt and Uncle Zhang around him, who all understood what he was saying, Meng Beiwan's face became even hotter.
Suddenly, Meng Beiwan felt someone fiddling with his fingers, and he lowered his head to look under the table.
In the end, who else could it be but Song Zhouxing?
This guy is pretending to be asleep!
snort!
At this moment, Aunt Zhang's voice came from the kitchen, "Wanwan, can Zhouxing eat ginger?"
Thinking of Song Zhouxing's frightened expression when he heard the word Jiang, Bei Wan secretly laughed in his heart, letting you tease me.
Sure enough, the pair of hands under the table that were playing with her slender hands shrank unconsciously, and finally seemed to be begging for mercy, drawing circles on the back of her hands.
"Yes, it's edible. Song Zhouxing really likes ginger!"
"Okay, that's perfect. Your Grandpa Zhang and Uncle Zhang also like ginger, so I'll put more in. It'll definitely have a better effect!"
After waiting for about twenty minutes, Aunt Zhang's hangover soup was finally ready.
When Bei Wan picked up the spoon and fed Song Zhouxing into his mouth, he was pretending quite well, with his mouth tightly closed.
"If you don't drink, don't even think about getting into my bed tonight!"
Now, Song Zhouxing, like a good man being forced, slowly opened his tightly closed mouth.
The following process went very smoothly. After Bei Wan fed the Zhang family the sobering soup, he and Song Zhouxing said goodbye to the Zhang family and went home.
Originally, Grandma Zhang wanted Uncle Zhang to help Bei Wan, but after hearing this, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang's expressions became a little awkward.
In the end, it was Second Aunt Zhang who told Grandma Zhang that Bei Wan was very strong and extraordinary.
Grandma Zhang let the two of them go with a look of surprise. They had already walked for a while, but Grandma Zhang's look of disbelief and surprise still felt like a thorn in their backs, making them very embarrassed.
Halfway through the journey, Bei Wan gave up.
"Hey, Song Zhouxing, there's no one here, stop pretending!"
Song Zhouxing opened his eyes, which showed no sign of drunkenness at all, and smiled at Bei Wan in a flattering manner.
"Wanwan, you don't feel sorry for me at all. That ginger tastes so bad, and you still force me to eat it! Don't you love me anymore?"
Bei Wan couldn't bear to watch Song Zhouxing's acting.
This guy completely let himself go after getting married.
Bei Wan pretended not to see it, ignoring the embarrassing thing and strode forward.
"Wanwan, Wanwan..."
After saying that, he actually took advantage of Bei Wan's lack of reaction and carried Bei Wan on his shoulders.
"Ah, Song Zhouxing, put me down.
Put me down, or you will suffer the consequences!"
"No!"
…
The sound of their laughter could be heard far away in the silent night.
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