Chapter 127 The fate of one deep and one shallow

  He raised his glass with a serious expression: "I wish you all the best of luck, and the flounder with deep love."

   Pei Zhi smiled and drank the second cup.

   He filled the glass with beer, and as soon as his eyes fell on Zhou Yanshen, his voice came from his ear.

   "I wish you a happy life as soon as possible." He bit a certain word ambiguous in his eyes.

   Pei Zhi coughed twice: "No hurry."

   "Are you in a hurry?"

   "Not yet."

   "I understand." Zhou Yan said meaningfully: "Once it is suitable, no one is more anxious than you."

   Pei Zhi did not refute.

   He drank a glass of wine, moved chairs and stools with them near the bonfire, and grilled skewers while drinking.

  The tangy fragrance spreads out after a while.

   "Qian Yue." Zhou Yanshen, who flipped the skewer over, narrowed his eyes from the smoke: "Can you eat meat?"

   "I grew up in Lin City, and I don't have those taboos."

   "Then try this."

  Qian Yue bit down a piece of fat and thin pork belly, and tasted the fragrance: "It tastes good."

   "What else do you want to eat?"

   "No more for now." She handed him a tissue and asked him to wipe the oil off his hands: "You eat first."

   Their interaction happened to be seen by Chu Yuzhou.

   "I suddenly found out." He hurriedly swallowed the beef in his mouth, and continued: "You guys are very destined."

"How to say?"

   "Your names, one deep and one shallow."

   He didn't mention it, and Pei Yilan didn't find it.

   She looked at them with a face as red as sunset: "You can learn more about it."

  Qianyue and Zhou Yanshen thought about it at the same time.

   They put aside their messy thoughts, the former smiled decently, the latter changed the subject: "Did you drink too much?"

"No."

   "Your face is very red."

   Pei Yilan took a look in the mirror.

   She refused to admit the fact that she was drunk: "I am like Chu Yuzhou, easy to get on my face."

   "Come less." Chu Yuzhou threw away the skewer.

   He leaned closer and looked at the blurred almond eyes: "If you're not drunk, my surname is yours."

   "I'm really not drunk." Pei Yilan held the wine bottle and was very arrogant: "Don't believe us?"

   "It's boring to drink too much directly."

   "Then play the game."

  Chu Yuzhou called everyone to play together.

   He picked a quicker game, raised his right hand with them, and shouted fifteen or twenty.

   At the end of the third round, Pei Yilan was still able to stay awake, but Lin Jiao got a little drunk first.

   "Uncle." She grabbed Pei Zhi's collar and sat leaning between his knees: "I want to eat corn."

   Pei Zhi fed it to her lips.

   He narrowed his eyes, watched her chew the corn grain by grain, and asked warmly, "Are you sleepy?"

   "Not sleepy." She was just hungry.

  Lin Jiao ate three bunches of vegetables under his feeding, and finally felt full: "Wipe your mouth."

   "wiped."

   "I didn't feel it."

   Pei Zhi had to wipe it again.

   He deliberately slowed down his movements to let her see the tissue covering her lips: "Don't grab alcohol in the future."

   "Don't grab it." Lin Jiao looked up at him, her clear eyes seemed to hide the stars.

   She was so good that Pei Zhi wanted to bully her.

   He pressed against her forehead, and the breath from his lips was full of a strong aroma of wine: "Don't look at me like that."

"why?"

   "I'm afraid I can't help it."

  Lin Jiao nodded slowly.

   She climbed onto his neck and sat up straight, her eyes falling on the others: "Who of them lost?"

   "Qu Shao."

   "Is he good at drinking?"

   "It depends on who he is compared with." Pei Zhi clenched his waist, which was not full, and pulled it into his arms.

   He raised his eyebrows: "Do you still want to drink?"

   (end of this chapter)