I have ten trillion licking dog gold

When Lan Peizhi returned, the Wu family had already started cooking.

After all, she said before she left, "Eat first."

Who in the whole family would dare to disobey her?
"Sis, where's Jiang Chen?"

They went in pairs, but came back alone. The Martial Saint, whose conscience was not yet dead, couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and began to make tragic speculations about what had happened to someone.

The horrific images of violence played involuntarily in his mind, repeating on repeat until, with a "click," the scene ended abruptly, a moment he couldn't bear to watch.

"later."

Lan Peizhi calmly took her seat. Because she had asked the Martial Saint to move earlier, she could only sit in the Martial Saint's previous seat. She couldn't very well ask the Martial Saint to vacate again.

later--

The Wu family members all turned their heads at the same time, looking in the direction of the restroom.

What about people?

Where is the person?

Lan's father, Lan's mother, and Wu Sheng looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Honghong, Xiao Jiang is gone?"

"I haven't seen a single person," Lan's mother asked tentatively.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Wu Guangjiang quickly rebuked, "What do you mean, 'gone'? That's nonsense."

Lan's mother was puzzled, but then realized that the inappropriate feeling was somewhat amusing, so she quickly explained, "I meant... left, not that thing left."

"Sis, what did you do to Jiang Chen?"

The martial arts master was filled with unease, knowing that in the past ten or twenty minutes, Jiang Chen had definitely not fared well in places they couldn't see.

Dealing with wine stains and going to the toilet shouldn't take that long.

"What can I do to him?"

Lan Peizhi's calm and natural question left the Martial Saint speechless, followed by Wu Guangjiang's joyful murmurs.

"Here he comes, Xiao Jiang is here."

Someone returned from the restroom and reappeared in the Wu family's sight.

only.

Shouldn't we go together and return together?
Why so slow?
But the fact that they "didn't leave" is a good thing.

But their relief was short-lived; the Wu family members' eyes soon turned strange.

Why does someone walk in such a strange way?
He looked completely exhausted.

And they stumbled along, sometimes in deep water, sometimes in shallow water.

Slow and leisurely, how could he be a young person in the prime of his life?
"What's going on?"

Wu Guangjiang was puzzled.

"Honghong, did you bully Xiaojiang?"

In that case, only Lan's mother would dare to ask. Although the word "bully" sounds a bit ridiculous, it is quite reasonable to use it here.

"I didn't touch a single finger of his."

Lan Peizhi answered calmly, the suffocating aura from just over ten minutes ago completely gone.

Just take that with a grain of salt.

We went to the restroom together and came back like this. Who would believe nothing happened?

However, the Wu family did not dare to investigate further.

"Go help him up."

Wu Guangjiang said to his son, which shows how bad someone's condition was.

Anyone can brag.

What does it feel like to do 100 standard squats in one go? You don't need to imagine it or have any special conditions. You can try it yourself. Don't worry about completing it. Just see how many you can actually do.

The Martial Saint, unusually obedient to Lao Tzu's words, first glanced tentatively at his older sister, finding her calm and unmoved, then quickly got up and strode towards someone ten or twenty meters away whose legs felt like lead.

"Brother, are you okay?"

The Martial Saint quickly grabbed the other person's arm.

Jiang Chen did not try to be strong. He supported himself with the strength of a Martial Saint and slowly exhaled. Outsiders might not be able to see it, but he could clearly feel his leg muscles trembling.

To be honest, it was already quite remarkable that he managed to persevere and come back.

"It's a minor issue, nothing to worry about."

Jiang Chen grinned, a forced smile that was clearly visible to the naked eye.

The Martial Saint felt guilty.

If it weren't for his birthday, why would he have been subjected to his older sister's abuse?
What did my sister do to you?

Jiang Chen shook his head.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, lest your sister take her anger out on you. Go back now."

How magnificent is this?
They could be selected as one of the top ten people who moved China.

The Martial Saint felt a lump in his throat, remained silent, accepted the other person's feelings, asked no more questions, and helped the other person to the dining table.

"Xiao Jiang, sit down quickly."

Wu Guangjiang was very clever. He pretended not to see anything, which fully demonstrated that rural people also have great wisdom. He casually invited Jiang Chen to sit down.

With the help of the Martial Saint, Jiang Chen finally relaxed and managed a forced smile as his buttocks touched the seat.

"I'm sorry, there was a queue for the restroom. I've kept you waiting, Uncle and Aunt."

This is at the Peace Hotel.

The bathroom is bigger than the average person's home.

Furthermore.

It's not the women's restroom.

Jiang Chen's excuse was absurd, but as everyone knows, a lie is not about how reasonable it is, but about whether the listener is willing to believe it.

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's nothing. Come on, let's eat. We just tried it, and it tastes pretty good."

Wu Guangjiang was truly a master of feigning ignorance, subtly changing the subject and giving everyone a way out.

"Don't you drink?"

Jiang Chen was about to pick up his chopsticks when a sudden sound silenced the atmosphere.

Everyone looked at Lan Peizhi.

Didn't you just crush the wine bottle?

"I'm not drinking anymore, I'd rather have some vegetables."

Wu Guangjiang said he lacked confidence, thinking his daughter was still angry.

"On such a nice day, it would be such a shame not to have a drink."

Only then did everyone notice that she had a gourd of wine hanging from her waist.

What is a female knight-errant?

wrong.

If this woman were thrown into a martial arts world, she would be a capricious and unrestrained female demon whose morality is difficult to discern.

Lan Peizhi picked up the wooden gourd with one hand and placed it on the table with a "thud".

This is--

Come prepared.

The three men present looked at each other, showing no joy whatsoever. On the contrary, their brows were furrowed with worry, their eyes were solemn, and a sense of vigilance was creeping into their hearts.

What's that slang saying again?

A weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—it's hardly a kind gesture.

"how."

Seeing that the men were sitting still, Lan Peizhi said, "Weren't you having a good time drinking just now?"

Look.

The air was thick with murderous intent.

"That wine was a free gift from the restaurant; it would be a waste not to drink it."

Wu Guangjiang, demonstrating the responsibility expected of an elder, mustered the courage to speak.

"I brought this wine especially for this occasion."

Lan Pei's words were concise and to the point, clearly stating that he had to drink whether he wanted to or not.

“…Xiao Jiang, you’re the host, so you have to drink first.”

Wu Guangjiang got up and reached for the wine gourd.

What the hell.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but break out in a sweat.

Sympathy is one thing, but everyone has their own interests at heart.

Seeing that the other party was about to pour him wine, Jiang Chen, who was sitting next to Lan Peizhi, took advantage of the situation and grabbed the smooth wine gourd in advance, which seemed to temporarily relieve the severe soreness in his legs.

"Uncle is an elder, so you should drink this wine first."

"How can that be? Here, give it to me. You specially sent someone to pick us up, arranged for us to stay at the Oriental Pearl Tower, and spent the whole day showing us around. You've made such thoughtful arrangements, you have to drink first." The two men pushed and shoved each other in a rather comical manner.

The self-absorbed martial saint almost burst out laughing. He cleverly picked up his chopsticks and silently lowered his head to eat.

Seeing that he couldn't take it, Wu Guangjiang secretly winked at someone who had no respect for elders or children.

Jiang Chen understood immediately.

A tacit understanding was reached when their eyes met.

"Hey--"

So, amidst the polite exchanges between the two, the gourd of wine, which they were fighting over, slipped from their hands and flew away, seemingly destined to fall to the ground. Everything was ruined, and everyone was about to eat in peace when, to everyone's surprise, a delicate, slender hand, as if anticipating their arrival, caught it steadily.

"I'll pour it."

Ok.

Stop arguing.

No one can escape.

The two men, their acting exposed, fell silent instantly, staring at each other in a somber mood, before slowly and reluctantly sitting back down.

"cup."

There is a reason why Lan Peizhi became a monument to women and was regarded as an idol by figures like Shi Xixi, who once wreaked havoc in the East China Sea.

She redefined the status of women; with just two simple words, she made two reluctant wine glasses obediently handed over and placed in front of her.

"Brother, I don't want to drink. I'm a minor."

Even though the Martial Saint was low-key and reserved, and not at all ostentatious, he was still not forgotten by Jiang Chen.

"Although you attend an international school, you must not forget your roots. This is China, and you are also a centenarian."

Drinking alcohol by minors is not illegal, but encouraging minors to drink alcohol is not permitted in any country.

However, the law is nothing more than human sentiment.

Today is a special day, after all.

"Pour him a little less."

Jiang Chen took the Martial Saint Cup and showed it to Lan Peizhi in a warm and considerate manner.

This is just great.

All three cups were neatly arranged, not one missing.

Since we all claim to be one family, we should naturally be consistent in our actions, share happiness and hardship.

Lan Pei poured the wine.

Serving white wine in a stemmed glass seems incongruous, but life is short, so why follow the rules?

There was no discrimination. Lan Peizhi may not have poured wine for people often, but his wine-pouring technique was excellent. The wine in the three glasses was perfectly even, and there was no difference in appearance to the naked eye.

The clear, transparent liquor only reached the bottom of the glass, estimated to be about two ounces, a level that even a fifteen-year-old minor could handle.

A full glass is a sign of respect, but at this moment no one cares about such formalities. Of course, looking at the clean and pure wine glass, no one is happy, and not a single person takes the initiative to take a glass.

"Is it missing?"

It wasn't until Lan Peizhi put down his wine gourd and spoke that someone seemed to wake up from a dream. Comrade Jiang Chen naturally acted as a waiter, taking wine glasses and handing them to Wu Guangjiang and Wu Sheng respectively, deliberately ignoring the slightly distorted bitter faces of the father and son.

—As for his cup.

The person who was to have the wine poured for him personally placed it in front of him.

"Have a taste."

Wu Guangjiang, who had been cursing under his breath, suddenly felt relieved. That's how people are; they're not afraid of their own misfortune, but they're afraid of being more unfortunate than others. Seeing that someone else had already tried the medicine, he also breathed a long sigh of relief.

That's right.

Drug testing.

That gourd looks like it's filled with wine, but who knows what it actually contains?
"...I can't actually drink mixed drinks."

Under the gaze of several pairs of eyes with different expressions, Comrade Jiang Chen pursed his lips, remained silent for a long time, and then uttered these words.

I'll pour it!
The Martial Saint steadied himself against the table.

Wu Guangjiang was also stunned, once again amazed by the other party's quick wit.

"Is it that you can't drink it, or don't want to drink it? Does it not suit your taste? Should I get you some Shaoxing wine instead?"

The Wu family members certainly wouldn't understand the deeper meaning, but Jiang Chen was on high alert.

"Isn't that just mixed wine?"

He forced a smile and immediately stopped refusing.

There's no doubt that rice wine is easier to drink than baijiu (white liquor), otherwise he wouldn't have drunk so many kilograms at the Shi family manor that day.

But this is not the Shi family's place.

The people sitting around them were not Shi Zhenhua and his wife, nor Shi Xixi.

"Let me eat a couple of bites of food first."

Jiang Chen then made a more reasonable request.

"...Yes, eat some vegetables first. Drinking alcohol on an empty stomach is bad for your health."

Lan's mother interjected, her eyes filled with...heartache for the child.

Jiang Chen picked up his chopsticks and ate, but he couldn't taste anything, and even suspected that Lan Peizhi might have poisoned him.

It wasn't that he was assuming the other party was acting with the utmost malice.

Think about what the other person did before?
He gave him the "Sunflower Manual" as a divine skill.

What wouldn't a woman like that do?
But then I thought about it again, and realized that poisoning was unlikely, since both Wu Guangjiang and Wu Sheng had wine in their cups.

Even if Lan Peizhi is cold-blooded and ruthless, she wouldn't go so far as to kill her own closest relatives.

Could it be a laxative?
Jiang Chen found the food tasteless, his mind wandering freely.

"Honghong, after you finish celebrating your brother's birthday, we'll head back right away."

Lan's mother was the one who truly cared about someone and tried her best to resolve her daughter's unhappiness.

"Since you're here, why rush back? Otherwise, you'll be letting them down."

As he spoke, Lan Peizhi picked up the gourd again and poured wine into his cup.

"Thank you."

I never knew that being thanked could feel so nerve-wracking.

What is supposed to come will come.

Caught off guard by the wine glass beside him, Jiang Chen, with nowhere to hide, could only put down his chopsticks, put them down, and, with a heavy heart, grip the stem of his wine glass.

"You're welcome."

"Dang~"

The two wine glasses were forced to collide, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

Lan Peizhi held her cup, looking at him with "eyes brimming with affection".

Comrade Jiang Chen took a deep breath, and with the assumption that the other party was unlikely to poison him, he raised the cup to his lips.

"Cough-cough-"

The fiery liquor rushed down his esophagus, into his stomach, and permeated his limbs and bones. The surging, intense force caused Jiang Chen to cough rapidly in an instant.

The Wu family father and son, who were staring intently, seemed to empathize with each other, their faces twitching involuntarily.

"Cough cough cough-"

After coughing for a while, the person finally caught their breath, still staring with wide eyes and panting.

Lan Peizhi ignored him, quietly raised her glass to her lips, and took a sip. Her reaction was in stark contrast to that of someone else, who showed no reaction at all.

"Brother, are you feeling better?"

The Martial Saint helped pat his back.

Jiang Chen exhaled, his throat feeling as if it were burning, and his body, which had been cooling down after the strenuous exercise, began to heat up rapidly again.

Is this wine?

He even suspected it might be high concentrations of alcohol!

Although he doesn't drink often, this is the first time he's ever encountered such strong liquor.

No wonder she shone like the bright moon in the sky, illuminating an era in a world that values ​​birth and lineage.

This is a woman who commands respect and awe in every way.

"Aren't you afraid the Martial Saint will end up in the hospital after drinking so much?"

Jiang Chen felt his breath was carrying flames, and he completely forgot who had taken the Martial Saint's wine cup.

"What kind of man can't even drink a little alcohol?"

Fifteen years old is a minor under the law, but not necessarily in reality.

For example, a woman who is talking.

I was not even fifteen when I left my hometown.

"Brother, you do it."

The Martial Saint couldn't stand being provoked.

Upon hearing this, without considering that Lan's parents were present, someone raised their voice.

"Your sister is talking about you!" (End of Chapter)