My wife is very drunk

Chapter 133 The highest realm of pretending

Xiong Wei stood outside the box door.

It seems that Mr. Wei is not good to drunk Ai Ai, he seems to be bullying her everywhere.

But it seems that doing such a labor-intensive thing is actually secretly trying to curry favor with Zui Ai.

The typical mouth dislikes the body, while saying all kinds of words that dislike and attack drunk Ai Ai, but in actual actions, there is a kind of domineering pampering.

Aunt Xia also went backstage to get busy.

I have seen too many rich people come to eat with their little lovers, and those are all based on the most expensive items on the menu, to pretend to show off their wealth.But like Wei Xiao, just because this woman likes hot and sour noodles, he spares no effort to send out helicopters to pick up the best chefs and find the best ingredients. This is the highest level of pretense.

When Aunt Xia left, she didn't forget to look back at Zui Ai Ai again.

That woman sat there with a calm expression on her face, ignoring everything around her, she didn't have the cheerful look that won Wei Xiao's favor, nor did she have the vicious look to curry favor with Wei Xiao.

It’s weird.

Drunk Ai Ai sat there, unaware that there was such a fuss about making such a hot and sour noodle here.

You know, spicy sour powder is the most grassroots snack, and it costs a few dollars a bowl, and it can be seen everywhere on the street.

However, not everyone can make hot and sour noodles with the best taste and taste.

It seems that the wait time for this hot and sour powder is too long.

Fortunately, there are other dishes on the table one after another. Dishes such as first-class topping, pork belly stuffed with salted egg yolk, and African ice grass are on the table, so you won’t be hungry and empty.

"Eat." Wei Xiao said.

Zui Ai took the chopsticks, slowly picked up some dishes, and put them into her bowl.

After arguing with Wei Xiao for so long, and now she has been out for so long, she is already hungry.

She just lowered her head slightly, eating seriously.

Wei Xiao was beside him, looking at her angrily.

Damn woman, don't you know how to hold me back even if you eat vegetables?

Damn woman, are you going to eat up this product by yourself?

Damn woman, don't you know that a woman at the table should accommodate a man?

Wei Xiao was angry there, feeling completely ignored by Zui Ai.

In her eyes, is she not worth the dishes on the table?
He sat there angrily, drunk, ai, and eating, just lowered his head, completely ignoring his expression and reaction.

Wei Xiao was defeated, he picked up the chopsticks, looked at Zui Ai Ai again with some resentment, and put some vegetables into his bowl.

It looked like he was afraid that if he didn't shake his hands again, Drunk Ai Ai would steal all the dishes.

After taking a few mouthfuls, he snatched the chopsticks from Zui Ai's hand: "Don't eat it."

Drunk Ai Ai looked at him in surprise.

He was the one who insisted on taking her out to eat, and he was also the one who forbade her to eat right now.

"Don't eat too much, there will be hot and sour noodles coming later." Wei Xiao reminded.

Drunk Ai Ai was speechless.

When she was a child, she liked to eat hot and sour noodles. It was in the orphanage, and there were not many food choices.

Although now, she still likes to eat hot and sour noodles, but she will not give up other things just because of a bowl of hot and sour noodles.

"Actually, I don't really want hot and sour noodles..." she said.

"Woman, don't be duplicity here." Wei Xiao reprimanded her: "You obviously liked food since childhood."

"You also know that I liked to eat when I was a child..." Zui Ai said helplessly, "It doesn't mean that I also like to eat now."

(End of this chapter)