At six o’clock in the evening.
"Glug glug~"
The red tomato broth bubbled, chunks of tender beef brisket tumbled and floated to the surface, releasing an enticing aty aroma.
Arranged around the hot pot were sliced tripe, fatty beef, thin beef slices for shabu-shabu, beef offal, and various fresh side dishes.
"Sizzle sizzle~" In the frying pan, two steaks sizzled as they were being cooked, then were taken out, placed on plates, drizzled with a pre-prepared pepper sauce, topped with sea salt, and served.
"All done! A great success!"
Looking at the table filled with dishes, ng Lang, who was wearing an apron and dressed like a family chef, showed a satisfied smile.
Once again, "Super Space-Ti Wave Tribe" validated the powerful "24-hour rule."
Give a lifeti, and I’ll give you a chef.
Indeed, nothing is insurmountable in a whole lifeti!
If there is, then make it two lifetis!
"I’m telling you, you sneaky guy, playing coy with your cooking skills, pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger!"
Yan Weiwei, with her eyes wide and mouth agape, couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the feast before her.
"Heh heh, believe it or not, I just learned this. I don’t have many strengths, but I learn everything quickly. In short, a top student!" ng Lang chuckled.
"Top student? Tsinghua or Peking University, you’re that confident?" Yan Weiwei asked him.
"Um..."
That question hit close to ho.
I’m a late bloor, great when the ti cos, not necessarily when it doesn’t.
The key is that I was in airplane mode during my childhood... "reception" wasn’t good...
Just when the situation was getting awkward, Lin Haitang and Lin Xiaoyu entered, relieving him of the embarrassnt.
Both were carrying large and small bags of snacks and juices, clearly just back from shopping.
"You’re back, well done! Here, let take that." ng Lang hurried over and took a small bag from Xiao Yu’s hand.
Lin Haitang paused for a mont, looking at the two large bags in her own hands.
emm...
"Is dinner ready?" Xiao Yu sniffed the delicious aroma filling the room.
Then, seeing the table full of dishes, she opened her mouth in surprise, showing the sa expression as Yan Weiwei.
"Hehe! Xiao ngzi sure is a man of hidden talents, who knows how many more secrets you have from us."
Yan Weiwei set the bowls and chopsticks on the table, eyeing ng Lang as she did so.
Upon seeing this, Lin Haitang was equally surprised.
Could it be that the mush I saw before... was actually him experinting with biochemical weapons?
But after a closer look at the dishes on the table, her expression beca odd.
"Tomato brisket hot pot, steak, stir-fried beef with green onion, beef and potato stew...
Uh... why is everything beef?" Xiao Yu looked puzzled at the table.
"This... I invented it, an all-beef feast, how about it, quite beefy, isn’t it?" ng Lang said with a forced laugh.
Who knows why every "beef" recipe popped into my head when I thought of cooking.
Could it be that one of the guys has a beef with a cow?
"Uncle is so amazing, but how did you know my sister loves beef the most?"
"Huh?" X2
...
Everyone sat down to eat, and the atmosphere was sowhat strange.
Yan Weiwei stared intensely at ng Lang, crunching a piece of beef tendon in her mouth.
Lin Haitang kept her gaze low and focused on eating, oblivious to everything else, as if all she cared about was the all-beef feast.
Xiao Yu was biting her chopsticks, looking apologetically at ng Lang.
ng Lang couldn’t help but understand her guilty look: Sorry, uncle, I’ve grown up, but I’m still so immature...
Alas! ng Lang inwardly sighed.
Xiao Yu, you’ve realized it too late...
Mischief!
Heaven knows which brother is pulling a "Super Space-Ti Assist"?
He could almost hear the system notification "Lin Haitang’s favorability 1 1 1."
So, did I choose the love line first, or did the love line choose for first?
It’s another philosophical chicken-and-egg cycle...
My head hurts...
"Ahem!" ng Lang, hardly able to endure Yan Weiwei’s gaze, coughed to break the awkward silence.
"Um... since we’re all gathered here by fate, shouldn’t we have a toast to celebrate?"
"Right, right! Here, I’ll pour so juice for everyone!" Xiao Yu evidently wanted to make ands.
However, Yan Weiwei darted her eyes, "Let’s forget Xiao Yu, we’re all adults here, who celebrates with juice? Where’s the alcohol?"
Upon hearing the word "alcohol," ng Lang’s eyelid twitched.
I’m not in the mood to pour my heart out today, nor do I wish to be unconscious.
How could I witness how I’m striding down the path of "the scoundrel" if I’m drunk?
"Hehe! We didn’t buy any alcohol today, forgot about it, so we’ll just have to make do with juice," ng Lang dodged with a laugh.
"Didn’t buy?" Yan Weiwei imdiately rose, took out two bottles of alcohol from a cabinet, and "Duang" placed them on the table.
"Luckily, soone gave a few bottles before, we’ll drink these!"
ng Lang’s mouth twitched as he glanced at the two bottles.
Flying Fairy Moutai! 53°!
He picked up one bottle and checked, ten years aged...
ng Lang was speechless.
His dad loved drinking, especially sauce-aroma liquor, so he had so idea, this age of Moutai was usually about five or six thousand a bottle on the market.
Just this one bottle could have paid for several tables of the all-beef feast today...
"Cough! This alcohol is too expensive, and today’s not any special occasion, no need, no need," ng Lang chuckled dryly.
"Isn’t alcohol ant to be drunk? Aside from Xiao Yu, anyone who doesn’t drink today is disrespecting , looking down on Yan Weiwei here!" Yan Weiwei declared with a bandit’s air.
Hmph! You little thing! If I can’t drink you under the table today and get all your secrets out, then I won’t carry the Yan surna!
From her deanor, everyone there could tell that Yan Weiwei’s interest lay beyond the wine.
ng Lang also felt sowhat conflicted, sensing ill intentions.
Putting health aside, the key point is I don’t want to be a jerk...
[I was so dumb and far too naïve in love...]
Just as Yan Weiwei’s arrogant montum was at its peak, soone’s phone inconveniently started to ring.
"I’ll take this call first," ng Lang said, relieved, as he picked up the phone to answer.
"Hello! Oh, my package? Could you please leave it with the security guard for now? I’ll pick it up later, thank you!"
After hanging up, he discovered that Yan Weiwei had already unscrewed one bottle lid and was working on the second...
"Hey! Don’t..." It was already too late to stop her.
The rich aroma of the liquor wafted out; just like that, nearly ten thousand yuan was breached.
"What’s the matter? Can’t hold your liquor? Don’t worry, sis won’t laugh at you!"
Yan Weiwei chuckled with triumph, tossing the bottle cap she held behind her, precisely into the trash can.
ng Lang glanced over, thinking it’s a pity to throw away sothing worth hundreds...
No, what am I thinking? Soone who starts at tens of millions of US dollars for a bargain hunt is concerned about picking up bottle caps... That’s humiliating!
"Cough! Indeed, my alcohol tolerance isn’t really..."
[I was so dumb and far too naïve in love...]
He had barely spoken when his ringtone played again.
"Hello! Package? Could you please leave it with the security guard for , thank you!"
The sa words were repeated, then the call ended.
But just as the phone was set down, another call ca through.
"Hello! A package? Could you help leave it with the guard, thanks!"
After putting the phone down, Lin Haitang looked at him curiously, "What did you buy? There are so many packages arriving."
"Oh! Blind boxes," ng Lang replied casually.
"You believe in those? Buying blind boxes online, never thought you’d do that!"
"This one’s different, I have insider information!" ng Lang snickered.
"Online blind boxes and you have insider info? Are you sure you haven’t fallen for a scam call?" Yan Weiwei mocked.
He’s your own brother, can’t con anyone but definitely not your own!
Before ng Lang could respond, the fourth call ca through.
By the ti he hung up, he realized that his glass had been filled to the brim without him noticing.
Yes! That sa glass used for drinking juice...
"Uh..." This ga was getting a bit out of hand!
And why the heck do all of you have only half a glass?
"Co on! To celebrate Xiao Yu’s Guard Team gathering again for a victorious etup, cheers! Let’s down this glass!"
Without giving ng Lang a chance to refuse, Captain Yan stood up, lifting her glass.
That attitude was if anyone didn’t comply, they’d face her wrath.
For so unknown reason, Lin Haitang didn’t object either and also got up with half a glass in hand, and Xiao Yu naturally picked up her juice to join in the response.
All three of them looked expectantly at ng Lang.
"Little ngzi, you can’t be backing out now, can you?" Yan Weiwei’s gaze was a blatant challenge.
Backing out?
ng Lang was amused into laughter.
How could a man admit to that?
This isn’t about wanting to be a jerk; you are pushing this on . Everyone here can be my witnesses, I am being passive, right?
"Co on! Cheers!"
Two hours later...
Looking at Yan Weiwei passed out on the dining table, ng Lang wore an expression of speechlessness.
So... what gave you the courage to try to outdrink ?
Did my admission of "not great with alcohol" give you the illusion you could turn the tables on ?
If you don’t have the skill, don’t take on the challenge, got to have so sense, right?
The two bottles of Moutai on the table were almost only half full, while ng Lang’s complexion was rely flushed, still a bit away from truly being drunk.
His drinking capacity was honed by his father; not to boast immunity to drunkenness, but he was quite a bit stronger than the average man.
As for Yan Weiwei...
Typically when drinking, all her talent seed to be in her imposing aura.
But this situation, why is it not like the one described in the book?
Oh right! The book ntioned drowning sorrows in alcohol due to Lu Kexin’s death, not binge-drinking with Yan Weiwei!
So it’s probable that he ended up finishing those two bottles of Moutai on his own, right?
That would make sense.
ng Lang felt as though he gently nudged the rails and the locomotive of life rumbled towards a different trajectory.
Ah! He sighed softly.
Didn’t turn into a jerk, what a... cough, cough! That’s really such a relief!
Making choices isn’t hard, the tough part is not regretting them.
And so-called maturity isn’t about always picking the right answer every ti; it’s about appearing completely unregretful even if you pick the wrong one...
ng Lang took another look at Yan Weiwei, who was dead drunk, set aside the inexplicable loss in his heart, and downed the wine in his glass!
The Qingming Festival was almost here; he’d better go buy a bouquet of flowers.
Ti to pay tribute to the love that had died...
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