"He is not here now, but even if he is, I am not afraid of him." Mo Chen said with a smile, and picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The wine was mellow in his mouth, and a breath of spiritual energy flowed through his body with that sip of wine, which was very comfortable.
"Is this the spirit wine you mixed yourself?" he asked.
"I guess so! It's just some top-quality spirit wine that I mixed a bit. How about it? Does it taste good?" She played with the wine glass and looked at the glass in his hand.
"It's good. The taste is very special, not inferior to what I drank last time."
"I have prepared three kinds of wine today. Try which one suits your taste and I'll give you two jars." She put down the wine glass, picked up the chopsticks, picked up some food and ate.
Hearing this, Mo Chen smiled elegantly: "Are you sending me wine because you want me to help you look after the Tiandan Tower? This is a bit too mean. After all, we have known each other for a long time."
"I only have it for you. I'd be reluctant to give it to others." Feng Jiu said, smiling, "I asked the kitchen to prepare these appetizers today, and I also took out the wine. If you are not busy, please help me."
"Don't you think it would be better if I go with you?" He looked at her, his handsome face showing seriousness: "The danger of the volcanic forest is beyond your estimation. If you go alone, I still feel uneasy."
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "Compared to this, you just need to help me take care of Tiandan Tower. I don't have many friends here, and you are the only one who I can trust and has the ability to do this."
Seeing her say this, Mo Chen smiled helplessly: "It seems that you have made up your mind. No matter what I say, you will not change your mind. In this case, I will not say more. You should be careful when you go to the volcanic forest!"
"Well, I know. Come, drink." She poured him a glass of wine and said, "After you finish this wine, try another one. It tastes completely different from this one..."
In the courtyard, the two of them drank, ate and chatted. That day, Mo Chen stayed in Feng Mansion until the evening before preparing to leave.
"Okay, it's getting late, I'll go back first." Mo Chen rubbed his forehead and stood up. He shook his head with a slightly swaying figure and said with a smile: "You said this wine is not intoxicating. I have been drinking it from this morning until now, and I am not drunk. It's a skill."
Fengjiu sat still, holding her slightly red cheek with one hand, smiled at him as he swayed slightly, and called out to the outside: "Leng Shuang? Leng Shuang?"
"Master." Leng Shuang walked in from outside the courtyard, glanced at the two people in the courtyard, and came to Feng Jiu's side.
"Go, prepare a bowl of hangover soup for him." Fengjiu waved her hand and said this. She didn't look drunk, but her face was slightly flushed because she had drunk a lot of wine.
"Mo Chen, sit down for a while and let Leng Shuang bring you some hangover soup. You can't go back like this." She smiled and motioned for him to sit down, saying, "With your alcohol tolerance, I tell you, don't compete with Ze in drinking in the future. You are no match for him."
He waved his hand and said, "I'm not drunk, I don't need to drink the hangover soup." He took two steps forward, held his forehead with one hand, looked back at Fengjiu, and said with a smile, "They say that when you are drunk, you are one-third sober. I'm still seven-tenths sober! Okay, I'll go back first. Don't worry, I agree to what you said today." After saying that, he walked out with a slightly shaky step.