Chapter 747: Drinking to Liven Up the Party The party was held at another veteran cadre’s house, where several white-haired old men were playing chess around a chessboard.
When the old master entered, he was in no hurry to join the fight. He placed the jar on the table in a mysterious manner, with a look of uncontrollable pride on his face: "Old buddies, today I'll open your eyes and let you taste the good stuff my grandson has made!"
Several old comrades gathered around curiously.
As the seal was broken, the unique aroma of wine emanated, and the man immediately sniffed and said, "Hey, old man, what kind of wine is this? It smells unusual."
The master pretended to be reserved and poured each person half a cup.
Mr. Li was impatient and drank the wine in one gulp. Then his eyes widened and he said, "Hey, this wine... is enough. It makes my throat feel better."
Mr. Wang savored it carefully, and after a while he said, "It smells really good, and a little sweet, which suits my weak stomach."
The master gave a thumbs-up and said, "Don't be polite, I'll give you enough for today!"
The result is predictable. A small jar of wine was soon empty. Several old revolutionaries drank until their faces were flushed and they were full of energy. They praised the old man and praised him for teaching his grandson.
The master was flattered to the point of being flattered. On his way home, he stood with his hands behind his back, humming a tuneless military song, and his steps seemed much lighter than usual.
It was just sad for Lu Qingyang, but he found a jar of wine the next day.
Even the picky old wine buddy of Master 뀘떚 is full of praise for this wild wine, so its charm is self-evident.
After tasting it once, Shen Mo immediately fell in love with its unique flavor that was mellow with a fruity aroma and sweet without being astringent.
Every night before going to bed, she would ask Lu Qingyang to pour her a small cup of wine as a calming drink to help her sleep. She said that after drinking it, she would feel warm all over and sleep very soundly.
That night, Shen Mo held the cup, took small sips, and unknowingly drank one more cup than usual.
At first, Lu Qingyang didn't take it too seriously, until he saw two red clouds quietly flying up on Chen Mo's fair cheeks, and her eyes became misty and watery, inexplicably adding a bit of cuteness and laziness.
She put down the cup, put the back of her hand against her burning cheek, and muttered softly: "Qingyang, your wine... seems to have a strong aftertaste..."
Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness that she herself was not aware of.
Lu Qingyang was about to laugh at her for not being able to drink much, but he saw Shen Mo staggering to her feet, not walking towards the bedroom, but walking towards him.
She walked up to him, tilted her head slightly, opened her hazy eyes, stared at him for a few seconds, and suddenly curled up the corners of her mouth, revealing a silly yet extraordinarily sweet smile.
The next second, she opened her arms and hung on Lu Qingyang like a koala, burying her head in the crook of his neck and rubbing it. Her warm breath sprayed on his skin, with the sweet scent of wine.
"Qingyang..." She called his name vaguely, then raised her head, and without waiting for Lu Qingyang's response, she kissed him on the cheek loudly.
Lu Qingyang was stunned, and then his heart seemed to be tickled by a feather, and it went limp.
This is not the end yet.
Chen Mo seemed to have found some fun game. She held his face, kissed him left and right, and gave him several solid kisses. While kissing him, she muttered vaguely, "My man... is so amazing, hehe..."
Lu Qingyang was a little overwhelmed by her sudden enthusiasm, but his heart felt as sweet as if it were filled with honey.
He held her slender waist to prevent her from losing her balance, letting her "stamp" his face like a puppy, and responded with a low laugh:
"Okay, okay, your man is the best."
Chen Mo didn't care, she still hung on him, looking up and asking for a kiss.
He couldn't help but tighten his arms around her waist, feeling the warmth and softness of her body against his chest.
"Okay, it's time for Shen to rest."
Upon hearing this, Shen Mo not only did not obey, but instead tightened her arms and muttered like a spoiled child: "No... right here..."
Lu Qingyang was amused by her childish appearance and didn't waste any more words with her.
He bent down slightly, put one hand around her knees, and with a little force, he lifted her up steadily and carried her sideways.
"Ah!" Shen Mo cried out in surprise as her body was suddenly suspended in the air. She reflexively stretched out her arms to hug his neck and buried her hot cheeks in his strong chest.
He walked to the bed and gently placed her on the soft mattress.
Chen Mo sank into the pillow, her black hair spread out, making her rosy face look even more beautiful.
She seemed to feel a little cold and curled up subconsciously.
Lu Qingyang pulled the quilt over and covered her carefully, his fingers inadvertently brushing her hot cheek.
Chen Mo seemed to be awakened by this subtle touch. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at his silhouette leaning over her in a daze. The corner of her mouth spread out with that silly smile again, and she called him softly: "Qingyang..."
The last sound disappeared between the pressed lips.
This kiss carried the sweetness of residual wine and the unique gentle aura of her, and was a little more lingering and proactive than usual.
Lu Qingyang responded to her, his fingertips gently inserted into her scattered hair, feeling her slight trembling in his arms.
The moonlight outside the window is hazy, and the lights inside the house are lingering.
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Early in the morning, Lu Qingyang got a basket of white radishes from somewhere, and as soon as he put it at the kitchen door, it attracted a crowd of onlookers.
The size of these radishes is really amazing. Each one is as thick as an adult's thigh, white, plump, round and strong. Lying in the basket, they look like a group of short and fat babies, which is very festive.
Ordinary radishes next to them looked like underdeveloped bean sprouts.
The first person to discover the treasure was Mantou.
The big fellow's nose twitched twice, and his eyes immediately locked onto the basket of radishes.
It pounced on it excitedly, rubbing its big head against the edge of the basket, then accurately grabbed the fattest one, dragged it to its own exclusive corner, held it with its two front paws, and began to chew it "crunch crunch", with such satisfaction, as if it was gnawing on some rare seafood.
Master Chen circled the radish basket twice, his gray eyebrows raised high. He clapped his hands on the firm bodies of the radishes, making a dull sound, and couldn't help but marvel at them:
"Qingyang, which immortal cave did you bring this treasure from? I'm an old man, and this is the first time I've seen a radish used as a stick. What new dish are you thinking of? The radish carving looks fake."
Lu Qingyang smiled and shook his head, his tone relaxed: "Uncle Chen, we won't make new dishes this time. This is a benefit for everyone in our store. Take it home to make soup, stir-fry, and eat it however you want."
Master Chen was skeptical, so he bent down and picked one up from the basket. The heavy feel of it surprised him again.
He took the rice and shaved off a small slice, first holding it before his eyes to examine it. It was crystal clear and full of juice. He put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully twice. The wrinkles on his face instantly relaxed and his eyes brightened.
"Hey, no way." Master Chen smacked his lips, looking incredulous.
"This radish is sweet, crisp, and juicy like a pear, without any pungent or fishy smell at all! It's so delicious even when eaten raw. Is this... is this really a radish?"
He peeled off another piece of rice as if he didn't believe it and handed it to Ma Hongxia who was looking at him curiously.
Ma Hongxia tasted it and nodded repeatedly: "Mm, it's sweet and juicy, like fruit!"
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