After wiping away tears, Jian Shu thought of the wine she had brought and quickly stood up. "Look at my memory, I forgot I brought wine. I'll go get it and let everyone have a taste."
Zhao Mingze also quickly joined in, "It just so happens that there are some snacks to go with the wine today. I have to drink more later."
The white wine and fruit wine were brought to the table, and Meng Ying also took out several cups.
Seeing Jianshu bring over two different bottles, he asked, "Why are there two more bottles?"
"One bottle is white wine, for Uncle Zhao, and the other bottle is fruit wine, for the two of us." Jianshu took the cup and poured one for each of them.
Zhao Tianrui, who was standing aside, held the glass and waited for Jianshu to pour him some wine. He saw Jianshu pour herself a glass and then put down the bottle, with no intention of pouring another one for him, thinking she had forgotten about him.
He shouted at her, "Sister Shushu, Ruirui is not here yet. Have you forgotten Ruirui?"
Jianshu explained to him softly, "Ruirui is still young. This is for adults to drink. Children shouldn't drink alcohol. I'll pour it for you when you grow up, okay?"
But sometimes it’s impossible to reason with a child. “I want to drink, I want to drink, I want to drink today.”
"How about I make you some milk powder? It's sweet and tastes better." Meng Ying advised.
"No, I just want to drink." Zhao Tianrui was determined not to give up until he achieved his goal.
Seeing him gradually start to throw a tantrum, Meng Ying was about to lose control of her temper. However, it was New Year's Day, and beating a child was not a good idea, so she could only endure it, her face growing darker and darker.
At this time, Zhao Mingze called Zhao Tianrui over, dipped his chopsticks in the wine in his glass, and said, "Come here, Dad will give you a taste."
Hearing that there was wine to drink, Zhao Tianrui, who had finally gotten what he wanted, quickly got up from the ground, rushed to Zhao Mingze, lay on his legs and opened his mouth waiting to be fed.
Zhao Mingze put the chopsticks into his mouth. Zhao Tianrui licked it with his tongue and his expression changed instantly, his whole face wrinkled like a bun.
He immediately spat out the chopsticks, made a few "Pooh" sounds, and said, "It's so spicy, and the wine doesn't taste good at all."
"Do you want to drink it next time?" Zhao Mingze looked at him and asked.
Zhao Tianrui quickly shook his head and refused, "No, no." It was so unpalatable, and he wasn't stupid, so he wouldn't drink it. Dad really had no taste, actually liking to drink something so unpalatable.
"Then how about I make you some milk powder?" Zhao Mingze said, touching his head.
Zhao Tianrui nodded and said, "I want to add a spoonful of sugar to make it sweet."
Normally, he had a strict sugar intake control and would not allow milk powder with sugar. However, considering that he had just been spicy, Zhao Mingze agreed to his request.
Turning to Zhao Yueling, he asked, "Where's Lingling? Do you want some sugar?"
"Don't add sugar." Zhao Yueling shook her head and refused.
Ever since she saw her classmates suffer from tooth decay, she began to strictly control her sugar intake. Toothache is too painful and she doesn't want to experience it.
Zhao Mingze went to make milk powder for the two of them. After Meng Ying calmed down, she called Zhao Tianrui over and brushed the dust off him. As she did so, she said, "You were saying this afternoon that it was hard work for your mother to wash clothes. Why are you rolling on the ground again now?"
Zhao Tianrui looked at his clothes and found that they were covered with a lot of dust. He said with a guilty look on his face: "Mom, I'm sorry, Ruirui forgot. I won't do it next time."
Meng Ying didn't argue with him. Children have short memories. When they get angry, they forget everything they've been told or promised.
So every time we meet, we have to remind each other. If we talk more, we will always remember. If we don’t talk, we will never remember.
"Okay, look at your dirty hands. Go wash them quickly. You can't eat until you wash them clean, okay?" Meng Ying said after patting Zhao Tianrui's clothes clean.
Zhao Tianrui obediently followed Meng Ying to wash their hands. After they both washed their hands, Zhao Mingze's milk powder was ready.
After sitting down again, Zhao Mingze picked up his glass and said, "Come, let's clink glasses. I hope we will all be healthy, safe and happy in the new year."
After Jian Yucheng's sacrifice, Zhao Mingze hoped that his family would be healthy and safe.
Meng Ying and Jian Shu raised their wine glasses, while Zhao Yueling and Zhao Tianrui also raised their milk powder.
Five cups of different sizes clinked together, making a crisp sound.
"Be healthy, safe and happy." After saying the blessings together, Zhao Mingze drank the wine in the glass. Fortunately, the glass was not big.
Jianshu and Mengying both took a sip. Wine is to be savored slowly. Why drink it so fast?
"Shushu, this wine tastes really good. It has a light flavor, not spicy, and has a very strong fruity aroma. Do you have any more?" Meng Ying took a sip and found it delicious, so she took another sip.
"I still have quite a lot, and some other flavors. I'll bring you a few bottles in a couple of days. The alcohol content of this wine is not high, so it's quite suitable for us to drink. It won't make you drunk if you drink it normally." Jian Shu nodded and said.
She had tasted this wine before and thought it was quite good, so she bought a lot and stockpiled it. She would have a few drinks from time to time.
Meng Ying didn't bother to be polite with her.
Zhao Mingze tasted it curiously, curled his lips in disdain and said, "What's so good about fruit wine? It's as bland as water. Alcohol has to be high in alcohol, otherwise it's not even called drinking."
Meng Ying rolled her eyes at him and snatched the wine glass from his hand. "Drink your wine. Even if you have food and drink, it won't stop you from talking."
"I want to eat vegetables, I want to eat vegetables." Zhao Mingze smiled ingratiatingly at Meng Ying, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth, using practical actions to show him to shut up.
Jian Shu and the other two on the side lowered their heads and focused on eating, as if they heard nothing.
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