Not only Ma Dayong was confused, but Zhang Wanhua also suspected that her ears had heard wrongly.

What?

Are you going to drink with a drunkard?

What kind of plane are you doing?!

Let’s not talk about what kind of wine the girl Zhijia drinks. The key point is, damn girl, have you not understood the situation? Why on earth did your father go out to buy wine at the last minute?

I just want to deal with you!

It was Ma Dayong who reacted first. He raised his eyebrows with interest at the thin girl in front of him who was beginning to show the beautiful outline of a girl. He strode in with a bottle of wine in hand and looked at the girl who was still standing at the dining table in a state of shock.

Zhang Wanhua said: "Didn't you hear what your daughter said? Why don't you go prepare two more good dishes? Tonight, our father and daughter..." His eyes were bright and dark, "I won't come home until I'm drunk."

Oh.

A big fat sheep is brought to his mouth, but he is not a big gray wolf.

Zhang Wanhua tightened her grip on the spatula, tightened the corners of her mouth, and glanced at him in panic, "The child is talking nonsense, why are you starting to make nonsense too? How old is she, how can she drink." Then she glared at Pei Yuhuan, who was standing quietly in the entrance hall, with a tone of voice.

There is an implicit threat, "Why are you causing trouble? Why don't you go to the kitchen and serve the food? You have to do your homework after eating."

Pei Yuhuan shrugged: "The amazing homework is gone a long time ago."

Isn't it a monthly exam?

Where did the homework come from?

Besides, there are still two months to go, and at this time it all depends on conscious review and problem solving.

But she didn't want to feel self-conscious tonight.

Ma Dayong's blood boiled all over. He was annoyed by Zhang Wanhua's giggling, so he waved his hand, "Go if I tell you to. What are you talking about? Why are you unhappy that my daughter is willing to get close to me?"

It's okay not to be happy.

Because before long, we may become closer.

Zhang Wanhua entered the kitchen filled with resentment, dissatisfaction, grievance, and hatred. If she could, she really wanted to yell out the word "unhappy".

Damn girl, just make trouble for her!

Thinking of what the gossips in the community had said privately and what Ning Cunxin said last night, she pretended to smile relaxedly, how could it be possible?

Who would be interested in a bean sprout that has not grown into a skinny boy?

However, there is always a lingering haze in my heart.

Ma Dayong put the liquor on the dining table.

He waved to Pei Yuhuan, his eyes fixed on her face that was a little yellow due to malnutrition, giving it time... No, there is no need for giving it, and it doesn't take time.

Choose an auspicious day.

The best days are when you can eat.

He smiled and said, "You want to drink with me?"

Pei Yuhuan walked over, picked up a bottle of wine and tried it. It was pretty good.

Very convenient.

Smiling shyly: "I've been under a lot of stress recently and have had insomnia. Every time, dad, you fall asleep after drinking. I want to give it a try too."

"Haha." Ma Dayong was amused by her words, with a deep look in his eyes, "Don't worry about your mother, let's drink first."

As he spoke, he took the lead in pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Pei Yuhuan was not polite either.

Sit down at Ning Cunxin's seat, pick up the bowl and start eating without any ceremony.

Not to mention Zhang Wanhua’s craftsmanship is quite good.

no way.

There is a drinker in the family who likes to drink a lot and has very high requirements for food to go with the wine.

Over the years, the client’s mother has developed a good skill.

You can’t do it without practice, right?

Zhang Wanhua bought a lot of vegetables today, and even made spareribs and stir-fried meat. Ma Dayong unscrewed the wine bottle, went to the kitchen to get two cups, poured half a cup into each cup, and put one cup in front of Pei Yuhuan.

"Taste it."

Squinting his eyes with temptation, he looked like the big bad wolf who deceived Little Red Riding Hood in the mountains.

Pei Yuhuan slowly took two chopsticks into his mouth, then took the cup and looked down at the transparent liquid inside, when a pungent smell hit him.

"Drink."

Ma Dayong urged.

But he saw the pretty girl tilting her head to look at him, "You toast, I'll do whatever you want?"

Ma Dayong was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, said three good words in a row, picked up the cup in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and then refilled it for himself without changing his expression.

Pei Yuhuan also lowered his head and took a sip.

Frowning.

But he didn't say anything.

Ma Dayong raised his eyebrows, "How do you feel?"

how?

You definitely can't say that you're a little dizzy, you feel like vomiting due to the alcohol, or you're giving in.

He blinked and said, "I guess there is a drinking gene in my family, so I think it's fine." It's great that I don't have any of the above symptoms.

The people who heard this were angry.

Anger welled up from the bottom of his heart for no reason, and his pupils turned red.

What do you mean, damn girl?!

Are you mocking him?

yes!

He has been married to Zhang Wanhua for almost ten years, and the other party has not even given him a child. The mention of genes at this time is clearly a metaphor for his lack of a son!

Still raising a daughter for another man!

Thinking of this, his eyes darkened, and his lips, which looked very unhealthy after long-term drinking, were slightly raised. It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a son now, as long as he can have one.

Zhang Wanhua cannot be born.

Someone can.

Hehehe twice, and took another sip.

Pei Yuhuan lowered her eyes lightly, her long eyelashes covering the light under her eyes. She was holding the cup, her fingers were so slender that they looked so fragile that they could easily break.

My lips touched something like water.

Her wrist flicked uncontrollably, and a lot of the wine in the glass spilled out. She opened her innocent and confused eyes, as if she didn't understand why this happened.

Ma Dayong curled his lips.

Had another drink.

It took Zhang Wanhua quick hands and only about ten minutes to cook out two plates of food. During this time, she stuck her head out to look at the restaurant countless times, fearing that something might happen to her husband and daughter.

I secretly hate it.

When tonight is over safely, she will have to skin the dead girl!

Fortunately, the two of them just drank peacefully and didn't say a word, so she felt a little relieved.

Bring out the food.

After observing Ma Dayong's face, he carefully advised, "Drink less, you have to take the test tomorrow, be careful and have a headache." Well, I said it to Pei Yuhuan.

Pei Yuhuan smiled and nodded, "I listen to my mother and I won't drink anymore."

He put down the cup obediently.

Take the bowl and start eating seriously.

The chopsticks in my hand were flawless at all, and I picked up the delicious dishes as much as I could.

Zhang Wanhua felt heartbroken when she saw it. She didn't even take two bites, and it all went into the dead girl's belly.

Today is really a day of ups and downs.

She is hungry too.

I picked up the rice and ate it.

The family of three was having dinner around the table, no one spoke, and under the dim light, the atmosphere was made a little more warm and harmonious.
To be continued...