Xu Pei glanced at Leng Zimo's hand on Luo Xiaoqian's wrist and smiled, "Please, it's not authentic to show affection like this!"
"I like it." Leng Zimo didn't take the menu and started ordering the dishes neatly, "Assorted hot pot, three kinds of fried rice, dry croquettes..."
"Isn't it good? You still remember my favorite dishes. This guy doesn't eat offal. Give him fried meatballs and braised fish...a small bowl of pimple soup without coriander," Xu Pei looked at Leng with a smile.
Zimo, "The person who knows your taste best must be me!"
"I've been feeling sick to my stomach lately, let's have something light." Leng Zimo added a few plates of light dishes, not forgetting to tell the waiter, "Also, change the pimple soup to a larger portion for the two of us."
Xu Pei wouldn't eat that thing, so the "we" he said naturally meant him and Luo Xiaoqian.
Xu Pei raised her lips, "Xiao Qian, don't you want to try the braised pork here?"
"Sorry." Luo Xiaoqian smiled apologetically at her, "I don't eat offal."
"What drinks do you guys want to drink?" the waiter asked politely.
"Of course you have to eat braised pork with white wine, Zimo, how much do you drink?" Xu Pei looked over with bright eyes.
"Drink it yourself, I'll have to drive later." Leng Zimo raised his right hand, "A splash of soy milk, it needs to be hot."
"No sugar added." Luo Xiaoqian reminded from the side.
"Yes, no sugar!" Leng Zimo raised his palm with a smile and rubbed her little head, "I almost forgot."
Xu Pei's calm eyes finally started to ripple, "Give me a bottle of Xiaoer (small bottle of Erguotou, author's note), no, two bottles!"
The wine was quickly served, and Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian offered soy milk instead of wine and expressed their admiration.
Xu Pei didn't hesitate at all. She drank up the 56-degree white wine in one gulp. When the food came, she didn't eat much. The small bottle of wine quickly ran out.
"Zimo?" Luo Xiaoqian looked at Yu Tong and then looked at Leng Zimo with some worry.
Xu Pei asked for two bottles of such a strong wine at a time, which made Luo Xiaoqian unavoidably worried. Although she wanted to persuade her, the other party was Leng Zimo's friend and it was her first time meeting her, so of course it was not convenient for her to speak.
Leng Zimo smiled and put the dish on her plate, without any intention of stopping Xu Pei, "It's okay, don't worry."
Hearing his words, Xu Pei raised his head and drank the wine that was just poured into the glass, "Xiao Qian, don't worry, I tell you, when it comes to drinking, none of these men are my match."
Luo Xiaoqian felt relieved when she saw that her face was slightly red and she was still elegant while picking up vegetables.
After drinking, Xu Pei talked more and more, and they still talked about some old things with Leng Zimo and others. While Leng Zimo was chatting with her, one of his palms was on the table, covering Luo Xiaoqian's.
His palms and thumbs were stroking her palms every now and then.
Luo Xiaoqian didn't drink a sip of wine, but her face turned red uncontrollably. She wanted to withdraw her palm, but his fingers tightened even more, and at the same time he gave her an ambiguous smile.
On the side, Xu Peiyang finished his seventh glass of wine. When he put the glass down, whether accidentally or because his hand slipped, the bottom of the glass hit the spoon, making a very harsh sound.
Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian turned their faces at the same time.
Xu Pei smiled apologetically, "I don't think I drank any liquor. It seems like I had a little too much. I'm going to the bathroom."
Seeing her swaying slightly, Luo Xiaoqian was afraid that she might make a mistake, so she immediately ran over and held her arm, "I'll go with you!"
"Then I'll borrow your princess for a while!" Xu Pei smiled at Leng Zimo and walked out of the door with Luo Xiaoqian.
