Qin Mei didn't give Jie Jingchen a chance to speak, whispering, "You cooked so much. Can we finish it all?"
When she was buying the prepared food, she had been thinking that Jie Jingchen could just cook two dishes, one meat and one vegetable. Even if he didn't cook, the food she bought was enough for the four of them. But in the end, Jie Jingchen had cooked four dishes and a soup.
Jie Jingchen didn't say anything, and Qin Mei shut her mouth too. 'He's hosting a comrade-in-arms. What's wrong with cooking a few extra dishes?'
"Jing Si, got any alcohol?" Gao Hai asked.
'Alcohol?' Qin Mei froze, glancing sideways at Jie Jingchen. In her memory, Jie Jingchen never drank. No smoking, no drinking—the perfect man. She had a thing for men who didn't smoke or drink.
With a man who liked to smoke, she'd have to breathe secondhand smoke, which would affect her health. With a man who liked to drink, he might get drunk and act crazy, which was a huge headache.
