Po Meng doesn't cook soup

After the group arrived at the restaurant, they found a seat by the window and sat down.

Unfortunately, Wang Zheng sat with Zhao Wenhe.

As Zhao Wenhe is a guy who follows for nothing, Wang Zheng decided to completely despise and ignore him.

Zhao Wenhe didn't care, he just cared about eating and chatting with Yang Fan and the others.

However, when Wang Zheng opened the bottle, the mellow aroma of the wine immediately attracted everyone in the store, let alone Zhao Wenhe, who was obsessed with patriotic wine.

"Good wine, good wine." Before drinking it, Zhao Wenhe continued to praise it repeatedly. Just by smelling this wine, people will know how good it is.

"Hmph, you know how to appreciate it." Wang Zheng was so proud that his tail was about to go up to the sky.

"Did you bring this wine?" Zhao Wenhe asked.

"Professor, you don't know, this wine is brewed by Wang Zheng himself." Yang Fan said inexplicably.

"You brewed it?" Zhao Wenhe seldom exclaimed. He never expected that this kid could brew such an excellent wine.

"That's not true. The wine made by my uncle is definitely not as good as those from the national cellars." Wang Zheng said proudly, talking about wine making. As a private winery, his family is well-known among them. Yes, he learned how to make wine from his father since he was a child. Their family does not want to be big, but to be the best. Let those god horse wines that are advertised all over the sky die. His family's wine does not need to be advertised, there are people Automatically come to the door to ask, even money can not be asked.

Zhao Wenhe took a sip of the wine. It was strong but not strong, sweet but not greasy. It really was the best wine. After drinking it, the way he looked at Wang Zheng changed, "It really is a good wine."

"Don't drink so much, I'm drinking this wine for the baby, not for you." Seeing that Zhao Wenhe was drinking non-stop, Wang Zheng quickly snatched the jug back.

Zhao Wenhe looked at the jug in Wang Zheng's hand, and said to Wang Zheng with a flattering expression: "Xiao Zhengzheng, don't be so stingy, you see, Baobao shouldn't be able to drink much, this wine is quite strong. Are you not afraid that he will be drunk?"

"I'll take care of the baby when he's drunk. Besides, the baby can hold a lot of alcohol." Wang Zheng kicked off Zhao Wenhe who was hanging on his body, and quickly moved to the baby's side.

Zhao Wenhe raised his eyebrows and stared at the baby.

The corner of the baby's mouth twitched, and he smiled uncomfortably. Why did he feel so murderous? He quickly handed the jug to Zhao Wenhe, "It's okay, professor, you can drink it. I'm not feeling well, so don't drink too much." Wine is better."

Just as Zhao Wenhe was about to reach out to grab it, Du Ziren stepped in first, holding the jug in the baby's hand and drinking for himself, without even turning a blind eye to Zhao Wenhe.

"Well, you Du Ziren, you dare to snatch the professor's things, and you will fail if you want to fail."

Du Ziren glanced at Zhao Wenhe, "You still can't pass my department."

"Hmph." Zhao Wenhe, who was addicted to alcohol, didn't care about so much demeanor, so he got up and snatched the flagon from Du Ziren's hand.

Du Ziren gave Zhao Wenhe a look of contempt, "No quality."

"Tasting this thing is nothing in front of wine." Zhao Wenhe drank so refreshingly, it really was good wine.

"You bastard, you are wasting my wine. I have brewed this wine for several years." Wang Zheng angrily demanded to take his wine back.

Zhao Wenhe protected the jug with one hand, grabbed Wang Zheng's hand with the other, twisted him into his arms, and held it still. When the aroma of wine came, Zhao Wenhe took a deep breath. It was really good wine ah.

"Bastard, let me go." Wang Zheng struggled, his face turned red, and he didn't know whether he was angry or embarrassed.

"Xiao Zhengzheng, don't be so heartless, isn't it uncomfortable to sit in my arms?" After finishing speaking, Zhao Wenhe kissed Wang Zheng's face meaningfully, um, it tasted good.

Immediately, the entire hotel fell silent. After all, one can imagine who the guests are in the restaurant near the school. As the most popular figures in the medical school, they are already known to everyone.

Wang Zheng's face was already close to the level of a volcanic eruption, and smoke began to rise above his head.

Wang Zheng pushed his elbow back fiercely, and when Zhao Wenhe let go of his hand in pain, he immediately stood up, raised his foot, and before Zhao Wenhe could react, he kicked him down, "Zhao Wenhe , you bastard, go to hell—"

Zhao Wenhe was also ruthless, even if he fell to the ground, he still had to keep the jug in his hand safe, he really is a drunkard.

Yang Fan watched with relish, Du Ziren was still eating on his own, the baby was blushing and heart beating, and worried.

Du Ziren turned the baby's head and put the food into his bowl, "Don't look at them, eat quickly, and leave after eating."

"Yes, baby, eat quickly, leave early after eating, so as not to embarrass yourself with them here." Yang Fan also said.

"Uh..." The baby was speechless for a moment.

Wang Zheng kicked Du Ziren again, and then left without eating.

"Sure enough, it's as strong as wine. I like it. Wang Zheng, I've taken a fancy to you." Zhao Wenhe smirked like an idiot.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, "This guy's courtship is doomed to fail."

"Why?" the baby asked puzzled.

"Any pursuit of purpose will fail in the end. Of course, if you really fall in love in the process, you still have a chance of success. However, you have to suffer a little more. Of course, we will not let him be so easy. It’s just success, I’m not in love yet, how could it be the turn of this ruffian uncle.” Yang Fan explained.

The baby sweated a bit, the last sentence is the key point.

"I'm going to chase after my little Zhengzheng. Take your time. I'll invite you next time. Also, the final exam of this semester has been brought forward, and the exam is about half a month away. Don't say I didn't remind you , This semester, you have too many things to do, if you want to get through, you have to work harder during this time." Zhao Wenhe didn't seem to hear their conversation.

"If he didn't hear what I just said, he will die even worse." Yang Fan said again.

"The exam is coming up so soon." The baby was a little worried. After all, there were so many things to do this semester that he didn't have much time to study.

"Don't worry, baby, your grades are good, there will be no problems." Yang Fan comforted.

"Well, but we are all class cadres. If we just pass the passing line, the impact may not be good."

"Cut, who cares, who stipulates that class leaders must have good grades."

"Hope it..."