Fisherman [ Danmei MTL ]

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Hu San'er really brought a pot of wine.

The three people sat around a small table. There were no elders in the family, and there was nothing special about them. They sat down and started eating with wine, people talk more.

"Don't say, Zhao Qian, your craftsmanship is really good." Hu San'er stretched out his chopsticks.

Zhao Qian took a sip of wine, the drink was not strong, and he was not drunk, and the food was just right.

"It's okay." The two held their cups while Brother Zhou was eating fish with his head buried.

 Zhao Qian took out another cup and placed it in front of Brother Zhou.

"Would you like to drink some."

Brother Zhou looked at him blankly.

"I don't need it."

"It's okay, it won't matter if you drink less." Zhao Qian Still pour him a glass.

Hu San'er's face was stained with a thin layer of red, and he laughed.

"When the spring starts next year, I will also ask a matchmaker to talk to me about the marriage."

Zhou Ge'er thought carefully, and he knew that it was Hu San'er. 

They were a little embarrassed to make fun of them, and took two sips of the wine glass in order to hide their bewilderment.

Zhao Qian laughed.

"Look, isn't it drunk!"

Hu San'er also laughed. The two of them were happier eating, and took Zhou Ge'er for a few more drinks in the middle.

After dinner, Hu San'er ready to go back, Zhao Qian filled a basket to bring him.

"Take home to eat."

"Where ate, band!" Hu San'er to drink on the face, a red lump, but people are not drunk.

Zhao Qian stuffed the basket into his hand.

"What are you polite, let you take it, some kelp is not worth much."

Hu San'er still accepted it after several shirks.

There was a smile on Zhao Qian's face.

After sending away the people, he went into the house, Zhou Ge'er was burying his head on the table.

"Shao Yu, what's wrong with you?"

Brother Zhou groaned, and his voice was a little sticky. "I want to sleep."

"If you want to sleep, go to the house to sleep." Zhao Qian walked over and tried to call him up, but Zhou Ge'er suddenly raised his head.

He raised his eyebrows, in order to prevent his eyelids from drooping, he looked at Zhao Qian in a daze. "But I haven't washed the dishes yet, nor have I washed them."

Zhao Qian touched his forehead and looked carefully at his waist. His face, the wheat-colored skin was faintly red, and he and Hu San'er had just eaten and drank without paying attention, and then he suddenly realized. "Are you drunk?"

"No." Zhou Ge'er's eyes there is an unclear light in it.

Zhao Qian sighed and hugged the person from the table.

It wasn't about being drunk.

The whole person was like a boneless sea fish, leaning softly on his body.

"You can get drunk with three glasses of water and wine. It's too young. Haven't you ever had a drink before?"

"No."