Making an excuse, the woman slipped out of the kitchen.

Luo Fengtang nodded and watched Sun leave the kitchen. He turned around and looked at Yang Ruoqing.

I saw her holding a spatula and stirring the rice soup, her cheeks were stretched into buns and she was still moving.

There was a smile in his eyes, and he couldn't help but walked over and asked, "My cheeks are about to burst, what is Qing'er eating?"

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing glanced sideways at him and raised the corners of her lips.

"Learn from your aunt and steal the rice cakes to eat."

Luo Fengtang "".

"It tastes delicious, why don't you give me a bite?"

His tall body leaned over.

The strong masculine scent on her body, mixed with the faint smell of alcohol, penetrated her nose.

Her cheeks felt inexplicably hot.

He freed up a hand to push him a few steps away and gave him an angry look.

"You smell like alcohol all over your body. How much did you drink?" she asked.

He chuckled, "Not much, just walked back and forth with every uncle."

Walked back and forth

Yang Ruoqing calculated it. After a round, at least three ounces of knives should be burned.

"You can still stand so firmly with Sanliang Shao Dao, you must have a good drinking capacity."

she said with a smile.

"You didn't eat in the morning, and you drank on an empty stomach at noon. It's a waste of your body."

She continued.

Luo Fengtang shook his head, "Aren't you happy? I just drank a few more cups."

"That's true." Yang Ruoqing nodded. Sometimes men are at the wine table and cannot be postponed.

"I'll fill the rice soup for you and soak it in the crispy rice to dilute the wine in your stomach."

As she said this, she turned around and was about to get the bowl when her waist suddenly tightened.

When she came to her senses, he had already brought her into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, tightened them tightly, and hugged her tightly.

She tensed up and froze in place.
Chapter completed!