At the end of the meal, Yan Qingsi made an excuse to go to the bathroom again, and came back quickly this time.
Ye Shaoguang was surprised when he saw it. He didn't expect Yan Qingsi to come back.
After a while, a waitress came in, carrying a bottle of red wine and two glasses of poured wine.
Yan Qingsi raised the corners of her lips, looked at Ye Shaoguang, smiled sweetly and said: "It seems that the meal is almost finished, but I haven't toasted Mr. Ye with a glass yet. I'm really sorry, but I'm not a good drinker, so white wine is definitely the best option." You can’t drink it, but you can still drink some red wine.”
Yan Qingsi reached out and picked up the two glasses of red wine on the waitress's tray.
"I would like to toast Mr. Ye and thank you for your investment in our drama. You will not deny this honor to your niece... uncle!"
Ye Shaoguang immediately felt that Mao Niyan Qingsi would be so honest
But everyone else is making noises. After all, they even called me uncle. If you don’t give me face, it will be difficult, right
Ye Shaoguang nodded: "Okay! Just call me uncle, I have to give you this face no matter what."
Ye Shaoguang took the wine glass handed by Yan Qingsi.
Yan Qingsi immediately touched the glass with him, raised her head and drank most of the red wine in one gulp. After drinking, she said: "I've done it, uncle, you can do whatever you want."
Everyone else stopped talking. This was forcing people to finish the wine. However, it was just a glass of red wine. What would happen if I drank it
Ye Shaoguang's doubts were even greater. What on earth was this woman doing
Next, Ye Shaoguang knew something was wrong as soon as he took his mouthful. Chili powder, salt, mustard, pepper... and some messy seasonings were added to it. Ye Shaoguang was not prepared for the first bite, and poured in a lot at once. It tastes like an atomic bomb exploding in your mouth.
Ye Shaoguang originally wanted to pretend that nothing happened and finish the drink, but after two sips, he couldn't bear it anymore. The spiciness of mustard and chili went straight to his nose. Ye Shaoguang coughed violently, his face turned red, and he shed tears from the cough. My nose was almost full of mucus, and I was in such a miserable state.
Yan Qingsi quickly pretended to be concerned: "Mr. Ye, what's wrong with you? Why are you so polite? You don't have to drink in such a hurry. Look, are you choking?"
When Yan Qingsi approached, she knocked over the wine glass that Ye Shaoguang had put down.
With a clang, the wine glass fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, and the wine inside flowed out.
Ye Shaoguang glared at Yan Qingsi: "This wine... you..."
Yan Qingsi pretended to be puzzled: "What's wrong with the wine? Is it nothing?"
She poured herself another glass and took a few sips, "No, it tastes good? Is it watered down?"
Ye Shaoguang: "..."
The dark taste in his mouth was so tortured that he almost lost all feeling. It was the most unpleasant taste Ye Shaoguang had ever sung in his life, and it was also the biggest loss he had suffered in recent years.
He unexpectedly fell into the hands of Yan Qingsi, and he never expected that Yan Qingsi would use such shameless means.
Even if this incident happened, Yan Qingsi would just say it as a joke, and he would be fussy about it.
But it was impossible for Ye Shaoguang to swallow this breath.
Ye Shaoguang was already weak. He usually ate a light diet and could not eat spicy food. The glass of wine given by Yan Qingsi could make Ye Shaoguang cough out his lungs.
Ye Shaoguang was almost speechless due to the violent coughing and various spicy mixtures remaining on the tip of his mouth and tongue.