Not only do the mother and son look alike, they also have the same greedy temperament.
No, Cui Zhiduan, who has always been a good baby, secretly glanced at his parents with his little eyes. When they were not paying attention, he secretly stretched out his little paw to steal a glass of sake. He lowered his head and took a sip. It was sour and sweet.
It tastes great.
His uncle just wrote him a letter a while ago, saying that he went drinking with his classmates and the wine was bitter and astringent, and he vomited filth all over the floor after returning home.
It seems that the wine that my uncle drinks is not as good as the imperial wine that my parents drink.
Cui Zhiduan felt that this glass of wine was more and more precious, so he drank it down in one gulp. He didn't taste much of the wine, but he felt a spicy smell rising from his stomach...
Cui Weizhen was just looking at Zhen'er and didn't pay attention to his son's little movements. When he reached out to hold the wine glass, he found that the wine glass in front of him had disappeared. When he lowered his head, he saw a group of small things hiding under the stone table and sneaking around, like a small child.
He held the wine glass like a mouse and licked it again and again.
Cui Weizhen: "..."
When did the son steal the wine glass?
"Exercise."
"Dad?" Cui Zheduan didn't feel guilty at all about being caught for doing bad things. He raised his head slowly and showed a red smile: "Dad! It tastes good!"
He chuckled, showing his eight big white teeth, looking naive and silly. The veins on Cui Weizhen's forehead throbbed, and his head began to hurt.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? The bailiff drank secretly?"
Ye Zhenzhen looked down hurriedly and found her son sitting on the ground. She quickly went over to help him up and looked at his wine glass. There was no drop left in it.
"Mom, my belly is hot."
Cui Zhiduan held on to the wine glass with one hand and covered his slightly round belly with the other hand, coquettishly coquettishly speaking. He even took the initiative to lean into Ye Zhenzhen's arms and rub against her. This was something he had not done for a long time.
Already.
It seemed like he was really drunk.
Ye Zhenzhen was extremely upset and quickly shouted: "Qiu Wu! Qiu Wu!"
"Madam, the slave is here."
Hearing the anxiety in Madam's tone, Qiu Wu, who was waiting on the verandah, did not dare to ignore it and trotted over. Then he saw the young man leaning on Madam's arms with a flushed face and already talking nonsense: "Look! One end!"
The big monster is coming, mother, don't be afraid, I will protect you."
Then he started dancing, but his body remained motionless, like a helpless and furious crab.
Qiu Wu: "...Madam, I'm going to get the sobering soup right now."
Ye Zhenzhen nodded, and Qiu Wu immediately retreated. Fortunately, she was worried that the two masters would get drunk, so the sobering soup had been prepared for a long time. It was warming on the stove where the servants were warming up, so it was just right to serve it now.
As soon as Qiu Wu left, Ye Zhenzhen was worried that her son would break the cup in his hand while dancing around, so she was about to take it off, but the person holding the cup was very alert, and as soon as the cup was touched, she carefully held it in her arms and shouted: "No!
This is my wine glass! I want to drink!"
Ye Zhenzhen: "...Who did this kid follow in his drink?"
Cui Weizhen glanced at her silently, his eyes said everything.
Ye Zhenzhen was so aggrieved, she really couldn't refute, because the child's father was so well-behaved when he was drunk, so normal that no one could tell, so it was possible that her son's drinking habits were followed by her.
She coughed lightly, lowered her head and coaxed: "Be good, Zhi Duan, give the wine glass to mother, don't you treat mother to a drink?"
The drunk Cui Zhiduan did not lose his warm and masculine nature. He just hesitated for a moment and handed over the wine glass: "Mom, here you drink."
Ye Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took the cup and placed it at the other end of the table. However, Cui Zhiduan quit and pouted angrily: "Mom, drink."
"Exercise!"
Cui Weizhen finally couldn't stand it anymore and called his son's name sternly. Unexpectedly, Cui Zhicheng, who usually looked like a mouse to a cat when meeting his father, was not afraid at all now. Not only was he not afraid, he was also very
Have a spirit of resistance.
He raised his chin arrogantly and said, "Huh, I'll treat my mother to a drink, not my bad father!"
Cui Weizhen: "..."
Phew.
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but burst out laughing, earning Cui Weizhen's dissatisfied look. She was not afraid at all, and still said with a smile: "It seems that you are usually too strict with your children, and now you are using alcohol to take revenge."
"Smelly boy." Cui Weizhen scolded him lightly.
Cui Zhi Duanquan pretended not to hear and continued to beg his mother to drink. Ye Zhenzhen had no choice. She couldn't bear such an old son acting coquettishly in her arms, so she had to add a bottle of wine for herself and took a small sip.
"It's not over! It's not over! Mom, you haven't finished drinking yet."
Ye Zhenzhen: "...You brat, are you trying to persuade your mother to drink?"
Cui Zhiduan's eyes were moist, and he looked over in a particularly well-behaved and pure manner: "Mother, my son will drink it for you."
Dare you drink half a glass of wine?
Fortunately, Qiu Wu brought sobering soup at this time. Ye Zhenzhen immediately had an idea and began to coax her son: "You go to daddy's place, and mother will feed you wine."
Cui Zhiduan looked at his mother, then at his father, frowned and weighed it, deciding that it would be best to sit on his father's lap reluctantly, and said with disdain, "Daddy is so hard and uncomfortable."
Cui Weizhen: "..." Nizi.
Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips. Cui Weizhen, who had been exercising all year round, was naturally not as soft as her, but her son actually had the courage to dislike her. He was really emboldened by alcohol.
"Give it to me."
Ye Zhenzhen took the hangover soup from Qiu Wu, scooped up a spoon and touched it with her lips. The temperature was just right. Qiu Wu must have dried it outside before bringing it in.
"Come on, be a good boy, open your mouth and drink."
Cui Zhiduan opened his mouth obediently, but after tasting the taste, he felt something was wrong and immediately frowned: "It's sour."
"It's sour." Ye Zhenzhen didn't panic at all, and continued to take a spoonful: "This is the taste, there are green plums in it, didn't you drink it just now?"
She also pointed to the green plum on the jade plate, which seemed very reasonable.
Cui Zhiduan was in a daze, as if he had been deceived by her, and he immediately became proud: "Yes, that's the taste. Mom, I'll drink it myself!"
He took the bowl and drained it, smacked his lips, and tipped the empty bowl proudly: "I've finished my drink! I can't get drunk after a thousand cups!"
Cui Weizhen didn't know what he thought of, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
Unfortunately, Ye Zhenzhen saw it and knew that he was laughing at her. This man was very evil-minded. Every time she boasted when she was drunk, he would repeat it to her in detail. It was like a big social joke.
Death scene.
Ye Zhenzhen felt extremely complicated. She rubbed her son's head lovingly and said with emotion: "Son, you are truly my mother's son!"
Even the bragging rights are exactly the same!
Cui Weizhen couldn't hold it back anymore and laughed softly.