Nana Ming is also under special attack today

"The dishes for both of you have already been served, please take your time."

Delicate small dishes filled the dining table one after another, and at the end were two bottles of wine, and the husband took them with both hands: "Miss Takishima, can I drink?"

"...Sir, if you look at me with that 'you're a kid, you can't drink' expression again, I'll really get angry."

I reached out for the wine bottle, but my husband reluctantly let it go, and told me: "If you haven't drunk wine before, just taste it for a while."

I gave a perfunctory "Oh" and watched helplessly as the waiter sister helped us uncap the bottle, poured tons and tons into my cup, and then grabbed it and took a sip.

The smell of wine made my nose itchy, and I shivered.

"Miss Takishima," Nanami-san looked at me complicatedly, "If you really haven't drunk alcohol, then don't..."

"I can!"

I hold the glass and fight for my right to drink: "The law gives me this right!"

"Yes, you have the right." Mr. Nanami pushed the matcha tofu closer, and then the Sakura sushi, "but you have to eat something first."

"Thank you, sir." I grabbed two of them, and found that my husband was staring at me eating, so I had to take a bite, and found that the taste was good. After eating in surprise, I went to grab the wine glass again, "Let me drink again..."

"And this fried fish has a lot of spines, eat it slowly." The husband pushed another plate over, and the wine glass was squeezed out of my arm. I picked up the chopsticks regretfully: "Then I will taste it first."

The crispy burnt clothes were bitten open, I opened my eyes wide, happily wanting to take a small flower, squinted my eyes and took a few mouthfuls in enjoyment: "This taste is also delicious!"

Seeing me laugh, Mr. Qihai also smiled and tried the fried fish. I skillfully removed the fish bones and placed them on the table. After eating the meat, I stretched out my hand to the wine glass again: "I almost forgot the taste..."

"Drink some soup after eating the fish, otherwise it will taint the taste." The husband pressed his arm on top of mine and brought a small bowl of tofu soup.

"Oh..." I was forced to withdraw my hand, took the soup and drank it slowly, while looking up suspiciously at Mr., "Sir, won't you eat?"

"I'm eating." The gentleman put a piece of grilled meat cut into small pieces into his mouth, pushed another plate, and the wine glass was completely squeezed to the gentleman's end, "and this."

"Why does it feel like you are coming to the zoo to feed puppies." I looked at the pile of plates in front of me, and for a moment I didn't know how to set my chopsticks, and whispered.

"Miss Takishima, don't compare yourself to a puppy," said Mr.

"That's right...wait a minute, sir, don't you deny the first half of the sentence??"

Mr. Qihai snorted and said, "Then I will deny it now."

"That's about the same." I nodded with satisfaction, and pushed back some of the dishes I liked, "Sir, eat more too, otherwise it would seem that I'm the only one who eats a lot."

Mr. Qihai replied: "It is a good thing to eat a lot."

I frowned, and immediately stared at him fiercely: "Sir, do you want to say that I really eat a lot?"

"Huh? Cough, of course it doesn't mean that. Miss misunderstood." Mr. Qihai coughed lightly, and put his chopsticks against the plate I pushed over. "Anyway, just stay closer to Ms. Takishima, I can reach it."

"Wow, I'm secretly laughing at my short hands again this time!" I sighed, "Although it's true that my hands are not as long as my husband's."

Mr. Qihai smiled and watched me make trouble for myself: "There is no such thing, Ms. Takishima, don't think about it."

……

By the time I finally remembered the wine that was pushed to the other side by Mr. Nanami, we had almost settled most of the meals on the table.

While I was not paying attention, Mr. Qihai secretly drank half of the bottle of wine. I shouted cunning, and quickly stood up, holding the wine glass in my hand, and held it up in the air happily: "Sir, cheers!"

The husband shook the wine glass, and after clinking the glasses, he did not forget to tell him again: "Drink less."

"Of course." I'm also a pastry chef. Although I haven't had a formal drink, I will definitely not get drunk if I try it.

I took a sip of Strawberry Daifuku.

The sake flooded my mouth, and the flame-like touch burned my nose and throat. I covered my neck and bent down, swallowing it bit by bit. Mr. Nanami sat next to me and patted my back: "Be Are you choking?"

He glanced at my cup: "Why did you drink so much at once?"

I finally swallowed the wine, my eyes almost burst into tears from the heat, my cheeks were hot and I opened my mouth with the smell of wine: "I was so hot, I forgot to shut up, woo, hiccup."

I hurriedly covered my mouth.

Mr. Qihai turned his head quickly, and turned back again, as if the flashing smile was my illusion, he made a gesture to take the cup away: "Then don't drink it yet..."

"I'm not drunk again!" I snatched it back immediately, holding on tightly, "I want to prove myself to my husband!"

"I didn't say you were drunk yet."

"Mr. Wuzui, why did you stop me? It was too spicy just now. I was so irritated that I forgot its taste. I want to taste it again." Taking advantage of Mr. not paying attention, I took another sip, then sobbed again and rubbed my face and eyes , "It turns out that it tastes spicy..."

My eyes were covered with physical tears, so I hiccupped again, groped for paper, and talked to Mr. Nanami inarticulately: "My mouth doesn't seem to be mine anymore."

Mr. answered me with a big blessing.

He lifted it to my mouth with chopsticks, and gently touched my lips: "I told you not to drink too fast, eat it first and press it down."

I closed my eyes and bit it, puffed my cheeks and managed to finish the Daifuku, the sweetness finally dilutes the uncomfortable smell of alcohol.Feeling the cream and mochi flour sticking to the corner of my mouth, I stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked the corner of my mouth slightly, then swept my lips.

Mr. Nanami asked me: "Do you still need paper?"

I nodded immediately, but took the paper and pressed it to my mouth. I realized after a while that my husband wouldn't have been watching me and licking the corner of his mouth.

He won't watch me lick the cream off seriously! !

Looking at me like this with those usual gentle eyes... what.

Ugh, I feel a little shy thinking about it.

I lay down on the table to cover my face, and waited for a long time. The smell of wine passed, and the heat began to permeate from my throat to my nose, so I pushed Mr. Qihai's arm: "Sir, go and sit over there, I'm fine."

The husband patted my back again to help me calm down, and I stood up obediently. However, the loss of one person beside me did not bring a cool feeling. My head was hot, my ears and neck were hot, and my upper body seemed to be ready to step in ahead of time. midsummer.

It's just sake...?

When my husband turned his back to me, I stared at the glass and took another sip unwillingly. I found that I seemed to be getting used to it a little, so I slowed down and happily took another sip with the cold dish.

Wow, Mr. Nanami is staring at me.

I propped my head and tilted my head to look at Mr., raised my glass and smiled flatteringly at him: "Sir, although this wine is not very delicious, I respect you! What is this?"

I shook my head and tried to think: "Oh, yes, this is something that must be done to thank the host for the banquet, right?"

"Okay, okay," Mr. Qihai said in a coaxing tone, "I'll only drink the last sip, so you can take the last sip too, is that okay?"

"No!" I replied firmly. Before my husband showed my familiar expression, I propped myself on the table and stood up suddenly, and put my finger in front of his mouth: "This time, sir, you are not allowed to talk about me, no, you are not allowed to preach. , listen to me, yes, listen to me."

"Miss Takishima is already talking like an alcoholic. How did you drink yourself like this?" Mr. Qihai slightly tilted his head back, and I put my finger on it to try to seal his mouth. Then he was held by the wrist by the husband, unable to move.

"Miss Takishima, you drink too quickly." Mr. Nanami's breath was on the back of my hand, itching so much that I wanted to laugh, "Since you've eaten enough, why don't I send you back."

"I'm not drunk, it's just because it's too hot, so my tongue is numb and I can't speak clearly, but it's not a problem," I said proudly, "I feel very bright now!"

"Is the aura so sticky to the mouth that the cream is about to drip onto the clothes?"

I hurriedly pulled my hand back to check the collar, and when I heard my husband’s chuckle, I realized that I had been tricked, and angrily reasoned with the mischievous gentleman like a little ghost: “Sir, don’t be so strict with me, I’m not a junior high school student anymore.” —and don’t tease me either.”

"Junior high school students may drink better than Ms. Takishima." Nanami-san replied.

"Mr. Qihai!"

I called out to him loudly, but I couldn't think of any words to refute. I stomped my feet in a hurry, and only said two words, "Childish."

The corners of Mr. Qihai's mouth were tense, as if he was trying to hold down the smile on his lips.

"I just want to have another drink with Mr. Qihai!" I muttered and sat back, "Don't listen to Mr. Qihai, don't just take a sip, sir can't perfuse me with a sip of wine, and you can't criticize me."

The alcohol made my face red and confused my mind. In the end, I found that my husband was still unmoved, so I looked at him pitifully and tried to soften his heart: "The last drink, really the last drink, okay? ?”

My voice gradually became like my feet, light and soft.

"Mr. Qihai, you are inviting me to dinner today, so treat me better and have another drink, okay?"

"Promise me, okay?"

Mr. Nanami closed his eyes, and his chest heaved.

"Okay." He raised his chin slightly, tugged at the black collar with one button open, picked up the wine glass on the table, looked down at me with his taupe eyes, "have another drink."