Feng Ling put the two plastic bags on the table in his room, and then started to take things out, reporting them to him while taking them out.
"This is Auntie Jieli's specialty dish in the base cafeteria. I specially packed a portion, and this one is fried chicken made by Uncle Han."
"By the way, and, this is what I brought to you, Aunt Jerry. She said, boss, although you don't go to the canteen many times, you always eat this every time you go, so I brought it to you," she said I learned this kind of braised pork from a chef in northern China a few years ago. It’s rare to get such an authentic taste in Los Angeles... "
“And steak!”
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At the end of the registration, Feng Ling placed the lunch boxes on the table one by one with satisfaction, took out the bottles of wine and placed them on the table, turned around and was about to speak.
As soon as he turned around, he suddenly bumped into the man's chest. Feng Ling paused and was about to take a step back, but his back was directly pressed against the edge of the table, unable to retreat.
She raised her eyes and looked at Li Nanheng, who suddenly approached at some point.
The man looked down at her expression as if she was a little panicked at this moment.
Feng Ling usually wears a calm and indifferent mask. It is rare to see such a confused expression, but every time he has such an expression, it scratches the man's heart as if there is a mosquito biting him.
"Why do you bring so much wine and food here?"
"Isn't it the third fat man's birthday today? But they said that you won't go out today, boss. I happened to not be going either. Thinking that it was rare for the first team and the sniper team to be quiet, I went to the cafeteria and packed some side dishes, and wanted to share it with the boss. You eat together." Feng Ling said as he moved back, putting his hands back on the table, trying to keep a safe distance from the man in front of him who was filled with a sense of oppression.
Li Nanheng glanced at the food on the table behind her and said calmly: "What's going on with the wine?"
"Didn't I just say that it was the Korean teacher who asked me to..."
"What did he tell you?"
"I didn't say anything. Instructor Han just asked me to go to his place to get a few bottles of wine..."
"Get the wine?" The man lowered his eyes and looked at the young man's vaguely avoiding but inevitable retreat, and said coolly: "What is he thinking, does he think I don't know? He wants to get me drunk, huh?"
Feng Ling: "..."
The man's pressure became more and more obvious. Feng Ling suddenly raised his hand to push him, but he didn't push him away. His hand stayed on the man stiffly, and then he put it down stiffly: "Boss, I just gave you a good intention. It’s just a few bottles of wine and side dishes, it’s not that complicated!”
As she said that, she clenched her fist tightly and pushed him with all her might. Just as she pushed the man away at an arm's length, she turned around in an instant and was about to leave the dangerous range in front of him.
However, as soon as she stepped away, his arms suddenly tightened, and the man held her directly, looking at her from the corner of his eyes: "Don't you want to eat together? Why are you running?"
Feng Ling paused and tried to take her hand out of his, but couldn't move twice. In a blink of an eye, she met the man's indifferent gaze: "It's time to eat, but boss, can you let me go first?"
While speaking, she glanced at his arm again: "Didn't the doctor say that you can't use too much force on this arm in the short term? Otherwise, there will be sequelae."
But precisely because he used his injured hand, Feng Ling did not dare to use too much strength to break free, and could only let him hold his wrist firmly and stand frozen.
She was the one who came over originally, but because Li Nanheng exposed her motives with just one sentence and knew that she wanted to talk him down, she didn't have the courage to look him in the eyes right now.
Li Nanheng glanced at her with deep eyes and let go of his hand. Feng Ling instantly took another step to the side and resisted the urge to rub his wrist. He only raised his hand to remove the pull on his arm just now. The clothes and collar that were slightly crooked were straightened out.
"Sit down and eat," the man said.
This atmosphere... was not at all what she had expected. She was obviously the active one, but how could she become the passive one in less than a few minutes
And he was still so passive that he didn't even have a reason to escape.
She made no move.
Li Nanheng didn't rush, and picked up a bottle of wine on the table and the two glasses she put in the bag, placed the two glasses on the table and filled them up.
"The prerequisite for getting me drunk is that your ability to drink is better than mine." The man picked up the wine glass and handed it to her. His eyes were filled with ice-cold, bottomless ink, and two dots of wine hidden in the night sky. Cold light.
"Boss, you really misunderstood." Feng Ling put down the hand that had just been adjusting his collar and glanced at him: "To put it bluntly, I just want to use the wine table to resolve this cold war situation with the boss. , I don’t want to be so cold anymore, and I also plan to give a good explanation about the boss saying that I am not honest enough. Whether it is a misunderstanding or something, I should always make it clear."
She paused for a moment and then said: "And it's true that as you said, boss, it's like pouring you down with so many bottles of wine. It's indeed a bit difficult. There's no way I don't even know how much you drink, boss."
Li Nanheng's gestures of handing the wine glass in front of her remained unchanged, and his cold voice was unhurried: "Then drink."
Feng Ling glanced at the full glass of wine again: "Boss, my drinking capacity is not very good, you know..."
"Aren't you going to talk to me over the wine table? You haven't even drank a sip of wine. Are these four bottles prepared for me? I'm drinking while you watch? Who gave you the courage and confidence?" The man said with a smile on his face. He smiled, but his cold eyes could still see through her easily.
Feng Ling's eyes froze, she raised her hand to take the wine glass, hesitated for a moment before taking a sip, and was about to put it down after taking a sip, but suddenly she received Li Nanheng's deep and probing gaze. Her emotions surged for a while, and she had no choice but to He drank the whole glass of wine directly.
This is the bottle with the highest alcohol content among the four bottles of wine on the table. I don’t know where Han Jin got it from. The bottle says it is 65-degree Maotai-flavor liquor produced in China.
Most of what Feng Ling drank in the United States was foreign wine, red wine, or other alcoholic drinks here, with both high and low alcohol content, but he could only drink after two or three glasses at most.
As soon as I drank the liquor, my throat felt terribly spicy, and then I felt a burning sensation in my stomach.
Feng Ling held the empty glass in his hand, feeling uncomfortable because of the burning in his stomach. After all, he had never drunk such a strong drink.
Does this count as shooting yourself in the foot? Even though he knew that the wine couldn't hold down Li Nanheng at all, he still took a few bottles of slightly stronger ones, and he drank the first one.
Li Nanheng withdrew his gaze from her, picked up the other full bottle of wine on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and then put the wine glass on the table. The clear sound of the glass falling on the table made Feng Ling couldn't help but raised his eyes.