The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

There's an old saying: dumplings and wine, the more you drink, the more you have. What exactly is it? Don't ask, it's just an auspicious saying, meant to be pleasant to say and for good luck.

However, Ye Shu always felt that this statement was probably just an excuse made by someone who liked to drink.

Look, peanuts with wine, the more you drink, the more you have. Insoles with wine, the more you drink, the more you have. In the end, as long as the suffix is ​​"with wine," it seems like anything that comes before it will work; the key is all in the rhyme between "wine" and "have."

Of course, he dared not say such things at the dinner table, especially when Shen Jingwan brought out plates of freshly cooked, steaming dumplings.

As Shen Jingwan arranged the plates, she introduced the products:

"Brother Ye, try this fish filling. If you don't like it, I've also made some other fillings. Come on, eat them while they're hot."

The plump, white dumplings were arranged on the plate, with thin skins and generous fillings, and they certainly looked appealing.

An Jianxing had already opened another bottle of his treasured wine. Since Ye Guoqiang had to travel in the afternoon, this time it wasn't the high-proof wine from yesterday, but a smoother one.

He first filled Ye Guoqiang's cup, then filled his own.

The aroma of wine mingled with the fragrance of dumplings, making one's appetite soar.

Just as An Jianxing put down the wine bottle and was about to raise his glass to say a few opening remarks, a hand holding a small wine cup suddenly reached out from the side.

Xia Qing, without anyone noticing, had also grabbed a small wine cup and was eyeing the bottle of wine longingly. She had wanted to try An Jianxing's collection for a long time, but An Jianxing had been too protective, and she had never had a chance to try it. Today, she finally had a chance, so how could she let it slip by?

"Dad, I want to try some too."

When An Jianxing saw his daughter's appearance, his eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"Why are you drinking alcohol, you little girl? Go drink your beverage."

As he spoke, he casually handed over a bottle of juice from the side.

"What's wrong with the little girl?"

Xia Qing stiffened her neck, instinctively about to retort, but as soon as the words left her mouth, her eyes darted around, and she thought of the ultimate weapon to deal with her father.

She quickly withdrew her stubbornness, her shoulders slumped, and her head lowered. When she looked up, the slight defiance from before had vanished, replaced by a pitiful expression tinged with a hint of coquetry, and her voice softened considerably.

"Dad... I just want to try a sip, just one sip, really not much. I've never tasted this wine before..."

As she spoke, she gently shook An Jianxing's arm.

This is what An Jianxing can't stand the most. Xia Qing, who is usually flamboyant and carefree, immediately betrays his fatherly heart whenever she shows this girlish side and speaks to him in this soft and gentle way.

What principles? What rules? They can all be put aside for now.

Let alone asking for a drink, he could extract his bone marrow.

"You...you...you..."

An Jianxing pointed at Xia Qing, waving his finger for a long time, but still couldn't say "no".

"Just one cup! It's a deal, just this small cup, just to taste it, no more!"

As he spoke, he took the wine bottle, tilted the bottle slightly, and poured a shallow layer into the small wine cup in Xia Qing's hand, just enough to moisten her lips.

Xia Qing looked at the pitiful little bit of wine in her glass and became unhappy. She pouted, thinking, "This isn't enough to drink!" She then grabbed the wine bottle with a swift and decisive motion.

"Dad, you promised a full cup, but there's not even half a cup left!"

Her voice was soft, but her grip on the bottle was strong; she held it tightly, preventing An Jianxing from taking it away.

"That's quite a lot! You're just a young girl..."

"One cup! It's only considered one cup if it's filled to the brim!"

In the end, An Jianxing lost the battle for this bit of grain essence under Xia Qing's offensive of "If you don't fill it up for me, I'll just keep looking at you pitifully."

"Okay, okay, I'll fill it up! Just this one glass, no more questions after you finish it!"

"Okay, thank you, Dad!"

Xia Qing sat back down next to Ye Shu with her wine glass, feeling quite satisfied, and even winked at him on purpose.

Looking at her shrewd expression, Ye Shu knew Xia Qing well. She had just answered "I know," but she hadn't admitted to drinking a drink at all.

Sure enough, after Xia Qing sat down, she took a small sip, squinting her eyes as if it tasted delicious. Then she turned her head and offered the remaining half-cup to Ye Shu's lips.

"Here, you should try some."

Ye Shu had never liked baijiu (Chinese liquor), and Xia Qing was clearly up to no good. He leaned his head back.

"No need, you drink it."

But Xia Qing wasn't about to let him stop her drinking spree. She glared at him, her gentleness vanished, and whispered a threat in Ye Shu's ear:

"Just drink it, now open your mouth!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pressed the wine glass directly to Ye Shu's lips, pouring the wine down her throat.

Seeing Ye Shu drink, Xia Qing smiled with satisfaction. She took the wine cup and walked over to An Jianxing, then picked up the bottle and filled her own cup.

Upon seeing this, An Jianxing immediately reached out to stop him.

"Hey! Didn't we agree on just one cup?! How can you go back on your word?!"

Xia Qing confidently shook the wine cup in her hand, raising her chin towards Ye Shu:

"I shared some with Ye Shu, and he drank more than half of it! So I have to make up for it, and that's how it counts as my cup."

She argued back, but had already filled her own cup, then gave An Jianxing a sweet smile:

"Thanks, Dad! Just this one, really!"

Ye Shu looked at Xia Qing, who was returning with a wine glass, and smacked his lips to taste the wine. He knew that she had used him as a pawn.

But seeing Xia Qing sipping the second glass of wine that he had won through his wisdom, and the way she was enjoying it with her eyes half-closed, he couldn't bring himself to be angry.

However, this is just the beginning.

Over the next period of time, Ye Shu witnessed firsthand just how many excuses Xia Qing had for trying to get more drinks.

"Ouch, these dumplings are so hot! Let me have a sip of wine to cool down!"

She took a bite of the dumpling, then refilled her cup.

"Uncle Ye, let me toast you again! Thank you for coming!"

A toast always needs a bar, so we had another one.

"Ye Shu, would you like to try some too?"

Ye Shu wanted another drink, so she had another one. After the second drink:

"Huh? You don't like it? If you don't like it, why did you still want it? Really... It's such a waste to pour it out. I'll drink it."

She answered her own questions the whole time, not giving Ye Shu a chance to speak at all, and reluctantly picked up her wine glass to drink it herself.

Over the course of the meal, An Jianxing went from being extremely vigilant at the beginning, to complaining helplessly in the middle, and finally becoming numb and letting her be.

An Jianxing could only smile wryly at Ye Guoqiang:

"Brother, please excuse my rudeness. This girl has always been independent and uncontrollable."

Ye Guoqiang watched with a smile, occasionally taking a sip of his drink. He didn't know if it was because of the "future daughter-in-law" filter, but he just thought this girl was lively, interesting, and quite nice.

Xia Qing's face gradually flushed with the legally accepted cups of wine she drank. From a pale pink at first, it eventually turned a deep, bright red, like a steamed shrimp.

As the alcohol took effect, she became a little more talkative, more lively, and her smiles became brighter. Occasionally, she would even give Ye Shu a slightly dazed, silly smile.

Seeing her like this, Ye Shu knew that this woman was probably close to her due date. He reached out and placed a dumpling into Xia Qing's bowl.

"Sister Xia Qing, drink less and eat some dumplings."

Xia Qing turned her head, her rosy cheeks facing him, her eyes misty. She was a beat slow to react, but still said somewhat impatiently:

"Okay, I know...you're so nagging..."

Despite saying that, she still obediently picked up her chopsticks and started to pick up dumplings, but after a few tries, she couldn't get them right. She leaned against Ye Shu, her eyelids starting to droop.

Shen Jingwan put down her chopsticks and said to Ye Shu:

"Xiao Shu, she's had too much to drink. Please help her back to her bedroom to rest."

"Aunt Shen, you're too kind. It's my pleasure."

Ye Shu helped Xia Qing to her feet and called out to her softly a few times:

"Sister Xia Qing? Sister Xia Qing, shall we go back to our room and rest?"

Xia Qing slowly opened her eyes, stared at Ye Shu for a while, and then frowned:

"No...no...I'm not full yet...dumplings...they're delicious..."

She said no, but her body said no. When Ye Shu put one of her arms on his shoulder, she didn't struggle. She followed Ye Shu's lead and stood up, leaning against him.

Ye Shu helped her out of the restaurant and headed towards the bedroom on the second floor.

Xia Qing leaned against Ye Shu, stumbling along as they walked. She opened her eyes, looked around, and mumbled incoherently:

"Hey... Ye Shu? Where...where are you taking me?"

Ye Shu knew that she wouldn't listen to anything else, so he coaxed her by saying:

"Let's go for a drink, just the two of us."

Xia Qing giggled foolishly next to Ye Shu when she heard about drinking:

"Drinking? Sure! Let's go! Let's... drink! Drink... lots and lots..."

She wanted to take a step, but her body seemed to be out of her control, and she was muttering incoherently:

"I love...drinking with you..."

As she spoke, her voice lowered, and she leaned her head against Ye Shu's shoulder:

"I like...you the most...&%..."