"I don't care! You have to help me eat it. The evil you have committed yourself cannot harm me alone!" I angrily rolled up chopsticks of noodles and sent it to him: "Take the first bite first!"

He hesitated and asked, "You shouldn't be able to share the longevity noodles, right?"

I reasoned with him seriously: "We are both connected by fate, but I don't care whether he can share the food."

He raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized: "That's true."

I hugged my waist, took a bite with my cheek, chewed it slowly and swallowed it into my belly, and leaned intimately in my ear and praised: "Mrs. It's very delicious."

Anyway, I was used to his intermittent inappropriateness, so I continued to roll noodles and feed him: "Eat more delicious food."

He cooperated very well and ate the bite I gave me.

Later I also tasted a few bites of the longevity noodles he made by himself, and well... they were quite delicious.

It's just a little bit lighter.

"Do you have wine here?" I asked suddenly.

He nodded: "Yes."

I stretched out a finger domineeringly: "Then come a bottle!"

He saw that I was so excited, and after thinking about it, he didn't stop him, "How many years have you been?"

I foolishly spread my fingers and calculated: "Only in 1982!"

"Eighty-two years old? Madam, your way of tasting wine is quite tricky."
Chapter completed!