Song Qinghui said: "Mom, you came just in time. Are you finished with other things? Why don't I go over and help you do something? I have nothing to do here alone."
Seeing this, Mrs. Song was pleased and said: "No, Mom's work has been done. You can sit here and play with your sister. Keep an eye on her. She just came here, so it is inevitable that she doesn't understand something. You can give her some advice if you have a chance."
Give her a try."
"Okay, but, Mom, there's one thing I don't understand." Song Qinghui asked.
It was rare to hear Qinghui ask herself a question, Mrs. Song said enthusiastically: "You say."
"I heard that this family banquet was organized at the request of Mr. Song. It was held in a hurry, and as many family members as possible were invited to attend, and their homework was assessed on the spot. Is there any hidden secret in this?"
Song Qinghui couldn't help but think too much when she thought that this banquet was so sudden.
She was originally raised as the eldest daughter in the family, so she still has some sensitivity.
"Mom doesn't know about this either."
"Didn't dad tell mom?"
As the drunkard spoke, he picked up another wine glass on the table, filled it with wine, and handed it to Song Qingji.
Song Qingji looked at the tea on the table, picked it up and drank it in one gulp.
After receiving Song Qinghui's assurance, Mrs. Song looked at her second daughter who had just returned and told her, "Jin Sheng, please don't run around after school these days. Follow your sister and don't leave the galaxy."
The head of the Song family on the side couldn't stand it any longer and scolded the drunkard directly: "Mingtian, what nonsense! Forget it if Qing Ji doesn't drink. Don't force him to sit back in his seat."
"I know, Mom."
The head of the Song family did not tell them because he had his own thoughts. Song Jinsheng roughly knew what was going on and did not tell them. This kind of thing is considered a military secret, and the fewer people who know about it, the better.
"Okay mom."
As for the specific danger, she naturally didn't know.
He picked up the wine glass and put it directly into Song Qingji's hand.
"Uncle Mingtian, I really can't drink!" Qing Ji wondered.
"A man must never say he is incapable, drink quickly!" the drunkard said firmly.
"Huh? What's wrong with this? He doesn't look like a man at all. Don't talk about it. What's so good about wine? Let's practice our drinking ability. What are we afraid of?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yaoyao, a drunkard sitting next to the Song family, stood up, picked up her wine glass, and ran to him.
Song Qingji suddenly asked: "Master, don't we usually take the exam once a year? Why is it so much earlier this year? Do we need to take it again during the Chinese New Year?"
The drunkard seemed to have discovered that Song Qingji was drinking tea, so he opened his mouth and said: "Xiannephew, you can't just drink tea. Drinking is polite. Come and put the tea aside, and I will fill it up for you."
"Okay, let's not think about this anymore. We will probably know what happened by then. It must be for our own good that Dad didn't tell us." Mrs. Song stopped exploring these things and then focused on this incident.
At the family dinner, he said to Song Qinghui, "You and Jin Sheng can eat and drink well, and just pay attention to safety on weekdays."
"It might be something important. Let's not worry about it. Your dad will tell us when the time comes. Don't think about it or ask about it. It won't do us any good."
On the other side, the head of the Song family was sitting there in deep thought, his brows furrowed so tightly that he could kill a fly.
After saying that, the drunkard drained the wine in his hand.
If nothing else, the Song family must have gotten some news and prepared to take action.
"Uncle, I really can't do it!"
Even my mother had to hide what was going on.
If the situation is critical, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of the assessment. No one can tell what my fate will be then.
Not hearing Song Jinsheng call her mother, Mrs. Song felt a little disappointed. Within a few seconds, she heard Qinghui ask: "Dad told mom not to let us leave the galaxy?"
He raised his head and felt that he had rarely seen this elder, so he didn't know which family he belonged to.
"Junior knows." He sat there obediently and didn't ask any questions.
This was nothing, he actually wanted to hold Qing Ji's hand and pour the glass of wine into his mouth.
"Cousin, wait a minute. I have to let him go down today. If you don't believe me, I still can't deal with a brat. Hahaha."
The drunkard saw that this was not possible and asked Song Qingji directly: "Xiannephew, this is not possible for you. My uncle has already poured you wine and he drank it all himself. Why don't you stop drinking?"
?You look down on your uncle."
Hearing Song Qingji's reply, the drunkard felt a little angry in his heart and said loudly: "Nonsense, I have never heard of anyone who can't drink. You must give me a drink today!"
"Uncle, no need, I don't know how to drink." Song Qingji quickly refused.
He didn't get the answer he wanted from the head of the family, so he was sensible and didn't ask any more questions.
Song Jinsheng heard their conversation and couldn't help but think of the recent news from his subordinates that there was something unusual in the northern galaxy.
This drunkard looks very strong at first glance, and his physical fitness level is above average.
"Yes, that's what your dad told me. Let me tell you, remember, don't go out these days. Just go to class as usual."
It seems that she has to go back early to prepare, but she still has to finish the things at hand.
"I understand." Song Jinsheng said.
As you can imagine, when the drunkard slapped him down, his body almost couldn't bear it.
"No, uncle, I didn't mean that. It's just that this strong drink is so strong that I can't bear to drink it."
The amount of wine poured into a wine glass remains the same amount when it is placed on the table.
Song Qingji didn't accept it, and he didn't accept it either. The two of them were in a stalemate. The drunkard was very interested in not taking over and not putting the glass down. In the end, he had no choice but to take the glass, put it to his mouth, put some on it, and then put it down.
The drunkard patted Song Qingji, exhaled the smell of alcohol in his mouth, and said boldly: "My dear nephew, you performed well in the hall just now. Come, I will give you a drink."
Song Qinghui had some speculation in her mind that she could not leave the galaxy. This meant that there must be some danger outside the Kelat galaxy, which made her father give her mother such solemn instructions.
The drunkard stared at him dully with his drunken eyes for a while, then burped and patted his shoulder so hard that it almost crushed his body.
"I can't tell you this personally. You will know after a while. As for whether to take the test during the Chinese New Year, we still have to wait and see." The head of the Song family replied.
"Will you die if you drink it? Huh?"
Facing Mingtian's pressing step by step, Song Qingji, as a junior, had no choice but to ask the head of the Song family beside him for help.
Seeing Song Qingji's eyes asking for help, the head of the Song family pulled Song Mingtian over: "Okay, cousin, enough is enough."
"Cousin, no, I just want him to drink a glass of wine. What's the problem? This junior is not sensible at all. Do you know whose child he is?" Song Mingtian was pulled back to his seat and babbled.