I go north, you go south

Beer, white, red, there’s nothing Xu Huan can’t come up with.

"Okay, okay, that's alright. This thing is quite expensive. It's a Romanticonian after all."

Nan Zishu hurriedly stopped Xu Huan's "bold" act of pouring wine.

Xu Huan glanced sideways at Nan Zishu: "What, are you looking down on me?"

"I have to drink your share back."

As he spoke, Xu Huan took the wine bottle from Nan Zishu's hand and simply placed it next to him.

Mo Ziwen next to him saw this and was about to reach out for the wine bottle, but Xu Huan slapped him back and frowned: "What are you doing?"

Mo Ziwen's face was full of questions: "Can't I drink a little?"

Xu Huan waved his hand impatiently: "Stop drinking, your share will be mine too."

Mo Ziwen: "..."

"As you command, I will be responsible for pouring the wine for you, okay?"

Mo Ziwen honestly placed the bottle between the two of them.

Fang Jiayu, who was sitting opposite the two of them, showed a rather pleased smile.

"Shu Shu, come and sit first."

Seeing that Nan Zishu's hands were finally free, Ling Bei quickly pulled out the chair next to him.

Because it was a family dinner, the two families were close and were not used to having waiters around. Therefore, in recent years, most of our meals together have been at their respective private estates or simply at home, and they naturally do the pouring of wine and serving dishes in person.

Now Nan Zishu, as the daughter-in-law who entered the house first, was happy to attend the banquet. Her unpretentious character has always been favored by several elders, and at this moment, she has completely integrated herself into the family.

Ling Bei finally felt relieved when he saw Nan Zishu bustling around in high spirits.

"You are in good health, please pay more attention."

Ling Bei warned softly and carefully covered Nan Zishu's legs with a blanket.

"Oh, how can you be so pretentious? It's almost okay." Nan Zishu still smiled and covered the blanket, and said angrily: "When did you become so verbose?"

Ling Bei curled his lips helplessly: "Are you long-winded?"

"Maybe he was scared."

Nan Zishu keenly felt that something was wrong with his mood, so she hurriedly held his hand and changed the subject: "Abei, why don't you have a drink with mom and aunt today?"

Ling Bei was really good at drinking at various cocktail parties, and it was no exaggeration to say that he would not get drunk after a thousand drinks.

But privately, he was almost a teetotaler.

Even if there are all kinds of fine wines secretly stored in the wine cabinet, it can even be called a "wine museum"; he himself can be considered an "expert" in wine tasting, but those are still just them. A necessary means of socializing for the class.

Ling Bei has never been a good drinker.

Just like what Mo Hongchang said just now, Ling Bei was in this mixed circle, neither good at drinking nor smoking, and was not affected by all kinds of people around him at all. He had always been able to control his desires very well.

Maybe it was because he had to strictly follow the doctor's instructions when taking medicine in the early days; maybe it was because he had never really fallen into this bizarre circle, so these things were still what he wanted to escape from before.

Nan Zishu has always tacitly understood Ling Bei's thoughts, but family is the only existence that can make him let go of his guard. Being with family members has a different meaning than socializing.

Ling Bei smiled and held Nan Zishu's hand: "You have to drive back, forget it."