Chapter 1182: I don't dare let you drink 3
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“I haven’t had time to pick it up yet.”
“No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?”
“…I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.”
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine placed in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishing one’s age, no drink can compare.
Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink."
"how?"
“Look at you, you haven’t recovered from your illness, yet you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn’t have skinned me.”
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
…”
“You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.”
Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
“Hey, okay.”
She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.
“That’s right, I don’t want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.”
“Are you afraid of my father?”
Nan Xiang glanced at him and said, "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father."
Although she hasn't seen him, she has heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all say that Xiang Minghou is more intimidating than when he was a general.
“My dad is actually very easy to get along with.”
Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.
The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the deepest in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.
After finishing the meal, the night has completely fallen.
Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink...good wine, drink..."
…—
“I haven’t had time to pick it up yet.”
“No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?”
“…I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.”
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine placed in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishing one’s age, no drink can compare.
Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink."
"how?"
“Look at you, you haven’t recovered from your illness, yet you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn’t have skinned me.”
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
…”
“You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.”
Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
“Hey, okay.”
She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.
“That’s right, I don’t want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.”
“Are you afraid of my father?”
Nan Xiang glanced at him and said, "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father."
Although she hasn't seen him, she has heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all say that Xiang Minghou is more intimidating than when he was a general.
“My dad is actually very easy to get along with.”
Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.
The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.
After finishing the meal, the night has completely fallen.
Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink...good wine, drink..."
“There’s no time to pick it up yet.”
“No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?”
“…I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.”
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine placed in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishing one’s age, no drink can compare.
Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink."
"how?"
"Look at you, you haven't recovered from your illness yet, why are you still drinking? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn't have skinned me." Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
…”
“You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.”
Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
“Hey, okay.”
She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.
“That’s right, I don’t want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.”
“Are you afraid of my father?”
Nan Xiang glanced at him and said, "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father."
Although she hasn't seen him, she has heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all say that Xiang Minghou is more intimidating than when he was a general.
“My dad is actually very easy to get along with.”
Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.
The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.
After finishing the meal, the night has completely fallen.
Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink...good wine, drink..."
“There’s no time to pick it up yet.”
“No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?”
“…I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.”
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine placed in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishing one’s age, no drink can compare.
Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink."
"how?"
“Look at you, you haven’t recovered from your illness, yet you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn’t have skinned me.”
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
…”
“You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.”
Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
“Hey, okay.”
She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.
“That’s right, I don’t want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.”
“Are you afraid of my father?”
Nan Xiang glanced at him and said, "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father."
Although she hasn't seen him, she has heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all say that Xiang Minghou is more intimidating than when he was a general.
“My dad is actually very easy to get along with.”
Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.
The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.
After finishing the meal, the night has completely fallen.
Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink...good wine, drink..."
“There’s no time to pick it up yet.”
“No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?”
“…I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.”
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine placed in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishing one’s age, no drink can compare.
Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink."
"how?"
“Look at you, you haven’t recovered from your illness, yet you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn’t have skinned me.”
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
…”
“You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.”
Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
“Hey, okay.”
She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.
“That’s right, I don’t want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.”
“Are you afraid of my father?”
Nan Xiang glanced at him: "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father." (End of this chapter)
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“I haven’t had time to pick it up yet.”
“No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?”
“…I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.”
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine placed in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishing one’s age, no drink can compare.
Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink."
"how?"
“Look at you, you haven’t recovered from your illness, yet you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn’t have skinned me.”
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
…”
“You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.”
Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
“Hey, okay.”
She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.
“That’s right, I don’t want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.”
“Are you afraid of my father?”
Nan Xiang glanced at him and said, "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father."
Although she hasn't seen him, she has heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all say that Xiang Minghou is more intimidating than when he was a general.
“My dad is actually very easy to get along with.”
Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.
The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the deepest in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.
After finishing the meal, the night has completely fallen.
Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink...good wine, drink..."
…—
“I haven’t had time to pick it up yet.”
“No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?”
“…I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.”
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine placed in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishing one’s age, no drink can compare.
Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink."
"how?"
“Look at you, you haven’t recovered from your illness, yet you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn’t have skinned me.”
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
…”
“You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.”
Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
“Hey, okay.”
She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.
“That’s right, I don’t want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.”
“Are you afraid of my father?”
Nan Xiang glanced at him and said, "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father."
Although she hasn't seen him, she has heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all say that Xiang Minghou is more intimidating than when he was a general.
“My dad is actually very easy to get along with.”
Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.
The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.
After finishing the meal, the night has completely fallen.
Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink...good wine, drink..."
“There’s no time to pick it up yet.”
“No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?”
“…I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.”
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine placed in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishing one’s age, no drink can compare.
Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink."
"how?"
"Look at you, you haven't recovered from your illness yet, why are you still drinking? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn't have skinned me." Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
…”
“You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.”
Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
“Hey, okay.”
She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.
“That’s right, I don’t want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.”
“Are you afraid of my father?”
Nan Xiang glanced at him and said, "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father."
Although she hasn't seen him, she has heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all say that Xiang Minghou is more intimidating than when he was a general.
“My dad is actually very easy to get along with.”
Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.
The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.
After finishing the meal, the night has completely fallen.
Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink...good wine, drink..."
“There’s no time to pick it up yet.”
“No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?”
“…I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.”
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine placed in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishing one’s age, no drink can compare.
Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink."
"how?"
“Look at you, you haven’t recovered from your illness, yet you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn’t have skinned me.”
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
…”
“You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.”
Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
“Hey, okay.”
She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.
“That’s right, I don’t want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.”
“Are you afraid of my father?”
Nan Xiang glanced at him and said, "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father."
Although she hasn't seen him, she has heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all say that Xiang Minghou is more intimidating than when he was a general.
“My dad is actually very easy to get along with.”
Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.
The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.
After finishing the meal, the night has completely fallen.
Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink...good wine, drink..."
“There’s no time to pick it up yet.”
“No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?”
“…I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.”
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine placed in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishing one’s age, no drink can compare.
Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink."
"how?"
“Look at you, you haven’t recovered from your illness, yet you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn’t have skinned me.”
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
…”
“You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.”
Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
“Hey, okay.”
She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.
“That’s right, I don’t want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.”
“Are you afraid of my father?”
Nan Xiang glanced at him: "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father." (End of this chapter)
I haven't had time to pick it up yet.No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.The wine placed in the space is worth a year.When it comes to nourishing one's age, no drink can compare.Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink." "how?"Look at you, you haven't recovered from your illness, yet you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn't have skinned me.Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick.""Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.Hey, okay.She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.That's right, I don't want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.Are you afraid of my father?Nan Xiang glanced at him and said, "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father."Although she hasn't seen him, she has heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all say that Xiang Minghou is more intimidating than when he was a general.My dad is actually very easy to get along with.Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the deepest in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.After finishing the meal, the night has completely fallen.Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink...good wine, drink..."I haven't had time to pick it up yet.No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.The wine placed in the space is worth a year.When it comes to nourishing one's age, no drink can compare.Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink." "how?"Look at you, you haven't recovered from your illness, yet you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn't have skinned me.Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick.""Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.Hey, okay.She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.That's right, I don't want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.Are you afraid of my father?Nan Xiang glanced at him and said, "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father."Although she hasn't seen him, she has heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all say that Xiang Minghou is more intimidating than when he was a general.My dad is actually very easy to get along with.Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.After finishing the meal, the night has completely fallen.Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink...good wine, drink..."There's no time to pick it up yet.No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.The wine placed in the space is worth a year.When it comes to nourishing one's age, no drink can compare.Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink." "how?""Look at you, you haven't recovered from your illness yet, why are you still drinking? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn't have skinned me." Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick.""Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.Hey, okay.She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.That's right, I don't want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.Are you afraid of my father?Nan Xiang glanced at him and said, "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father."Although she hasn't seen him, she has heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all say that Xiang Minghou is more intimidating than when he was a general.My dad is actually very easy to get along with.Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.After finishing the meal, the night has completely fallen.Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink...good wine, drink..."There's no time to pick it up yet.No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.The wine placed in the space is worth a year.When it comes to nourishing one's age, no drink can compare.Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink." "how?"Look at you, you haven't recovered from your illness, yet you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn't have skinned me.Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick.""Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.Hey, okay.She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.That's right, I don't want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.Are you afraid of my father?Nan Xiang glanced at him and said, "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father."Although she hasn't seen him, she has heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all say that Xiang Minghou is more intimidating than when he was a general.My dad is actually very easy to get along with.Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply rooted in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.After finishing the meal, the night has completely fallen.Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink...good wine, drink..."There's no time to pick it up yet.No time? The longer the wine ages, the more mellow it becomes. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you not had time to name it?I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened.The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days. It is made from pure fruit wine.The wine placed in the space is worth a year.When it comes to nourishing one's age, no drink can compare.Even if you put the Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink." "how?"Look at you, you haven't recovered from your illness, yet you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn't have skinned me.Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick.""Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.You eat more vegetables, and when you are well, we will get drunk again.Nanxiang considerately brought her some vegetables.Hey, okay.She has said she is not sick many times in the past few days, and she feels that there is no difference between saying it and not saying it.That's right, I don't want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang as soon as I come back.Are you afraid of my father?Nan Xiang glanced at him: "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father." End of this chapter
