yournovel Chapter 93 You're exaggerating!
Chapter 93 You're exaggerating!
Chapter 93 You're exaggerating!
Over dinner, Yu Huan remained outwardly calm, but in reality, she had her eyes opened wide.
In both my past and present lives, I've never fought such a lavish battle at the dinner table.
I couldn't help but exclaim to myself: That's fucking extravagant!
All of them were hard, tough dishes.
Braised sea cucumber.
Stir-fried sea cucumber with chives.
Steamed grouper.
Scallop and shrimp congee.
Abalone with a soft center – Yu Huan casually compared them and found that this thing was as big as his fist. According to Wei Feiyu, it was a two-headed abalone, and even Qianqian, a child with a small appetite, had one.
The main course is a six-kilogram coconut crab, prepared in three ways: salt-baked crab legs, steamed egg with crab roe, and braised crab with scallions and ginger.
There were also two bottles of Moutai on the table.
Five cans of Want Want Milk!
One of them contained a jar belonging to Yu Huan...
The reason was that during the meal, the uncle reminded everyone to drink less alcohol, especially the three older ones, who were all eating seafood, to avoid gout. So, in the end, only one bottle of Moutai was opened.
Under the double pressure from her uncle and Wei Feiyu, Yu Huan still had room for choice in her words. Not drinking wouldn't make her lose face, but the atmosphere was right, so drinking a little wouldn't be illegal.
Adhering to his principle of not being a spoilsport, he gritted his teeth and drank half a glass.
His face flushed instantly, prompting everyone to tease him. Wei Feiyu said he would never persuade him to drink again.
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
After everyone left, they went straight to their uncle's house to start the next event.
play cards!
Three cars drove out of the underground parking lot one after another. Yu Huan inadvertently noticed that Wei Feiyu's car was a Mercedes-Benz S-Class, also known as a Mercedes-Benz.
I thought to myself, no wonder they're a major player in the commercial concrete industry.
At this time.
Ah Yan drove Lao Lin's car slowly down the road. The female driver seemed quite focused, her eyes shifting between the front and the rearview mirror.
The mother-in-law sat in the passenger seat, while Yu Huan and Lin Yourong sat in the back.
They walked hand in hand, quietly listening to the soft hum of the car engine and the brief conversation between the mother-in-law and Ayan in front of them, all about trivial matters of daily life.
Yu Huan's face was flushed, and her eyes were half-closed, as if she couldn't fully focus. This was completely different from her usual calm and collected demeanor, and her face revealed a dazed expression.
"If you can't drink, you don't have to," Lin Yourong said softly, feeling his palm burning hot.
Yu Huan smiled slightly, leaned close to her ear and whispered, "If I don't drink once, how will everyone know I can't drink? Otherwise, they'll think I'm just pretending to be refined!"
His smile looked stiff and unnatural, as if his facial muscles had been numbed by alcohol.
His breath reeked of alcohol, causing Lin Yourong to frown.
However, the hot breath sprayed on her cheek, instantly turning her earlobe a faint red.
Lin Yourong lowered her head and after a long while, she finally said, "Then don't drink it next time."
"Ah."
Yu Huan felt dizzy from time to time. She rested her head on the pillow and gradually felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her, so she slowly closed her eyes.
As the wheels rolled, his head swayed slightly, making one feel even more drowsy.
Night had already fallen, and the neon lights on both sides of the street were flashing with colorful lights. As the vehicles continued to move forward, the bustling streets gradually receded, replaced by increasingly wider roads and sparser vehicles.
A light rain suddenly began to fall, the raindrops dancing outside the car window, appearing as if countless fine lines were intertwining in the two beams of headlights. With a soft, crisp sound, the raindrops gently hit the car window, instantly bursting into tiny water droplets that slowly slid down the glass, leaving streaks of water.
Ah Yan turned on the windshield wipers, which wiped away the rainwater on the window, but new raindrops quickly hit it again, and so on.
Unbeknownst to her, Yu Huan slowly tilted her upper body to the side and eventually lay steadily on Lin Yourong's lap.
Each breath was accompanied by a soft snore.
Suddenly.
Yu Huan's face gently rubbed against Lin Yourong's leg, as if searching for the most comfortable position, and then remained motionless.
Lin Yourong gently stroked his hair.
She pulled her hat brim down so low it almost reached the tip of her nose.
Feeling Yu Huan's weight on her lap, her face, which was shrouded in shadow, turned into a radiant red sunset, and even the tip of her nose was slightly flushed.
I don’t know how long it took.
The mother-in-law suddenly turned her head, glanced at the back seat, and asked in a low voice, "Is Xiao Yu asleep?"
Lin Yourong raised her chin, her charm and shyness both hidden under the brim of her hat.
Her voice trembled slightly and was a little hoarse as she whispered, "I feel a bit unwell after drinking some alcohol."
"She'll be drunk after just half a cup." Ah Yan quickly glanced at the rearview mirror.
The mother-in-law turned around and smiled: "But when Xiao Yu first came to visit, he had a drink with your uncle, but he still went home by himself."
Lin Yourong bit her lower lip tightly, trying to keep her voice steady, and hurriedly said, "That time it was low-alcohol liquor, and I still drank a glass! I looked at the Moutai that Feiyu was holding, and it was 53 degrees. He has a low alcohol tolerance, so he's lucky if he can drink half a glass."
Hearing Lin Yourong's eagerness to protect Yu Huan, the mother-in-law and Ayan, both experienced women, couldn't help but exchange a smile.
Seeing Yu Huan lying unconscious on Lin Yourong's lap, Ayan asked without any hesitation, "Rongmei, how do you know Yu Huan? When I first saw him, I thought he was some movie star, he's so handsome!"
Hearing this, Lin Yourong felt a surge of pride and thought: Isn't it all because I dressed him up to be so handsome! The first time they met, apart from his face and height being decent, he was wearing a loose trench coat and was a cripple with a cane. He looked so rustic in the lobby when he looked in the mirror.
Her mind raced, but she simply said, "My dad introduced us."
"Uncle has such good taste!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong chuckled and, without hesitation, exposed her father's shortcomings: "The only time he could be considered to have good taste was when he saw my mother at a social gathering, and then he would squat at my mother's workplace every morning and evening, passing her little notes every day."
Three women and one drama.
The mother-in-law laughed and said, "I have to mention that your dad is indeed a writer. Although he is not good-looking, his writing is excellent. I read and reread what he wrote for me. I can't forget it at all. It's like I've been brainwashed."
Ah Yan showered you with compliments: "Uncle and Aunt, you're a perfect match!"
Lin Yourong shook her head.
Ayan suddenly changed the subject, glancing at the rearview mirror, and continued, "Rongmei, you and Yu Huan are a perfect match, of course, the same goes for the reversed version."
Thinking of the two songs Yu Huan wrote, Lin Yourong nodded subconsciously, her voice barely audible: "Indeed."
However, she quickly realized her mistake and hurriedly said modestly, "No, Sister Yan, you're exaggerating!"
In her hazy state, Yu Huan felt her face buried in warmth and softness, like a gentle cloud, and with each breath, the faint fragrance of flowers and fruits wafted into her nose.
Upon hearing Lin Yourong's tea-like remark, he gently shifted his body and slowly raised his chin.
what's the situation?
It seems like he fell asleep with his head on Lin Yourong's lap?
She tilted her head up slightly and opened her eyes a little, where she was met with Lin Yourong's caring and gentle gaze.
"You're awake?" she said.
To be honest, Yu Huan really wanted to slap herself hard. Why didn't she continue pretending to be asleep and savor the feeling of resting her head on Lin Yourong's lap?
Feeling the gazes of several women fixed on him, he could only groggily sit up.
"Where are you?"
(End of this chapter)