Five cubs at the beginning: the vicious stepmother turns over and becomes a group favorite

Chapter 297 Completely Drunk

Snow-white fish fillets, bright red chili flakes, and sauerkraut that make people salivate at first glance, eating it in this snowy day is simply a joy in life.

Even Ji Xiujing, who was sleepy and yawning all the time, lit up his eyes, and couldn't wait to sit down with Ji Xiukai.

And Ji Xiuping came home just in time for dinner. Fortunately, he also brought the only oil-paper umbrella at home when he went out. Right now, he only needs to shake off the snowflakes on his outer clothes.

The whole family ate a steaming meal like this, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from everyone's forehead after eating.

The snow outside was still falling sparsely. If a stick were to be inserted into the deepest snowdrift at this time, it would probably be half a foot deep.

If the snow keeps falling, the courtyard will definitely be covered with snow when we come together tomorrow.

Looking at it, Mu Daiyao suddenly thought of something, turned her head to look at Ji Zhixu who was sitting beside her, and asked, "Master, do you want to drink some sorghum wine?"

Ji Zhixu was slightly stunned, met Mu Daiyao's eyes, and suddenly the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he nodded: "I think."

As soon as the words were finished, Ji Xiukai heard it too. He raised his hand and applied carelessly: "I want to drink a little too!"

"Can you drink?"

Mu Daiyao did not refuse, but raised her eyebrows slightly, raised the warmed wine pot in her hand, and asked with a slight smile.

"Of course."

Seeing this, Ji Zhixu didn't stop him, but just signaled his second son to drink less.

Since Ji Xiukai had something to drink, Ji Xiuping and Ji Xiujing also wanted to drink some, so Mu Daiyao narrowed his slightly drunken eyes and gave
The two of them also poured a full glass.

In this way, a group of people were happy and drank a lot of homemade sorghum wine with the cooked food bought by Mu Daiyao.

The cooked food was stewed beef, and it was the first time Mu Daiyao saw stewed beef in the village market. She had bought it in the town before, so she bought some out of curiosity and came back to try the taste.

But as soon as the stewed beef on the chopsticks was eaten, even with the sorghum wine, Mu Daiyao couldn't help but frowned, picked up another piece, put it in front of her eyes, and then muttered softly: " It doesn't taste like beef, but more like pork."

"I'll try it."

Hearing this, Ji Zhixu got up slightly, and just took away the piece of stewed beef with Mu Daiyao's chopsticks.

"Hey, I just ate that chopstick."

Before Mu Daiyao could react, Ji Zhixu had already sat back as if nothing had happened, chewed and finally came to a conclusion

"It does taste like pork, but even if it's stewed pork, it's not as delicious as you, Yaoniang."

Regarding this, Ji Xiukai also commented in a decent way: "Yes, I also think it is not as delicious as your cooking."

"Fortunately, you have some vision."

Mu Daiyao squinted her eyes happily, and accepted all of Ji Xiukai's compliments.

But she spent the silver taels of braised beef to buy a portion of braised pork, and she felt that it was a loss no matter how she thought about it.

"Tomorrow, I'll go to the boss and have a good talk, otherwise I won't buy from their house in the future."

"Well, we won't deal with him in the future."

Ji Zhixu also nodded immediately, with the same expression on his face as Mu Daiyao.

However, no matter what, it was really appropriate for the snowy day to drink some wine and eat stewed meat. In the end, everyone in the Ji family got a little drunk.

Drunk-eyed Mu Daiyao got drunk on the spur of the moment, picked up a chopstick, and knocked on the empty bowl in front of her, and she knocked out the tune of folk poetry.

Although it's just a simple humming, it's especially beautiful when sung with Mu Daiyao's voice.

Others can't sing or understand, but it doesn't prevent them from singing along with foolish joy.

Ji Zhixu frowned at the side, and clapped her hands one after another. Mu Daiyao was so happy, she picked up the cup in front of her and took a sip.

At the end of the drink, when everyone was about to go back to the house, everyone was very drunk, especially Ji Xiukai, who couldn't walk steadily and still yelled loudly that he was a wine master.

As a result, under Mu Daiyao's merciless ridicule, he successfully tripped with his left foot and fell directly into the snow with his right foot.

It was Ji Xiu who pulled him out of the snow with a cold face that was exactly the same as his father, and dragged him back to the house with difficulty.

I didn't bother to wash up, and the children staggered to the bedside and fell unconscious.

And Ji Zhixu also patronized and watched quietly, his eyes were also stained with a touch of happiness.

If it weren't for the erratic look in his eyes and the obvious blush on his cheeks, Mu Daiyao really thought he was awake.

It's just that Mu Daiyao herself is not sober, she drinks the most, and her mind has long been in a daze.

But she stood up by herself and walked steadily as if she was not drunk. Even when Ji Zhixu reached out to help her, Mu Daiyao refused.

"I'm not drunk," Mu Daiyao said while squinting her eyes and waving her hands, "but you just need to walk unsteadily, Mr. Xiang." At the same time, people walked out of the front yard.

Hearing what Mu Daiyao said, although Ji Zhixu was a little confused, he could hear that she was making fun of him.

He shook his head and poured himself another cup of tea to wake up.

Here Mu Daiyao got into her room smoothly, but she disliked her reek of alcohol and didn't want to go to bed.

After drinking just now, the heat on her body has disappeared, and now Mu Daiyao just feels that she can't control her hands and feet very well.

She lowered her head and looked at her limbs slowly, and was in a daze for a while, feeling as if her body was starting to feel a little chilly.

Then he turned his head and glanced at the collapsed bed not far away, thinking of the cold quilt when he got up, he couldn't help but miss the memory of his previous life, as long as it was winter, there would be servants in the general's mansion to burn the kang to warm it up.

Thinking about it, Mu Daiyao's thoughts became a little erratic, seeing that everything in front of her was spinning.

It made her feel nauseous and nauseous.

However, when she thought of cleaning up if she really vomited, Mu Daiyao forced herself to shake her head again, wanting to go to the table and pour herself a cup of tea.

But I don't know why, but I turned to the door while walking.

The door of the house was half open, and the white snow in the yard outside could be seen, which made Mu Daiyao even more dizzy.

"Didn't the door close when I first entered?"

Mu Daiyao couldn't remember anymore, she just wanted to close the door when she seemed to see a person walking in the yard in a daze.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, the man came slowly stepping on the snow from far to near.

(End of this chapter)