Lu Zhenzhen: "Forget it, you can't see anyone else in your eyes."
Bo Yanching had just sat down but got up again, picked up a pair of communal chopsticks, distributed the chicken wings to everyone, leaving two in the dish. Without asking the two other men at the table, he reluctantly put the chicken wings in his own bowl.
"What about mine?"
Jiang Yu came over leisurely, "Forget it, I'm old. It's only natural that you think I don't like sweet things."
Bo Yanching hurriedly handed over the two chicken wings, "Elder Jiang, I haven't touched them, and the bowl is clean too. Please try them."
"Oh." Jiang Yu responded without emotion, naturally took the main seat, opened a jar of Shochu Liquor he was holding, poured two bowls, and handed one to Lu Zhenzhen.
But before Lu Zhenzhen could reach out to take it, the wine bowl was intercepted by Nan Jiaojiao, "She can't drink."
