"What do you mean?!" Feng Chenglin seemed to understand a little: "Is it asking us to continue pretending to be confused?!"

"Yeah, isn't acting a good one for you?!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes faded with a smile, with a bit of evil charm.

"They play with us, why can't we play with them?! It's just an acting skill, can't the two of us beat them?!"

Under the pavilion in the garden, Mo Xishu opened the steamed cake wrapped in lotus leaves, smiling like a flower.

"Drunk people need to eat something light to have an appetite for something else... Luo Yu, this lotus leaf steamed cake was cooked by my aunt herself, you can try it!!"

Ling Luoyu didn't take it the first time, but was repulsive.

"Aunt...you steamed cake, won't you get drunk again after eating it!? The fruit wine last night really made me drunk..."

"Look at what your child said, my aunt was terrified by you last night, how dare I make you drunk again?!"

Mo Xishu glared at her strangely and pushed a bowl of lotus seed soup.

"Even if you want to drink the fruit wine at this time, I dare not drink it for you..."

She raised her brows and looked at Gongsun Pound on the side.

"Gongsun, don't you think?!"

Gongsun Pound drank the soup and smiled indifferently: "This is natural. Some things are enough to eat once, and eating too much is bad for your health..."

He looked at Ling Luoyu's eyes with a strange luster, but it was fleeting.

Fengcheng Lin drank a bowl of lotus seed soup, and then he was stunned.

"Not bad, not bad, this lotus soup is really good... Well, Sanshao, can you eat that steamed cake? If you don't eat it, I will eat it!"

There is no need for Ling Luoyu to be polite, he squeezed the steamed cake into his mouth.

"Seriously, give me some fruit wine from your house!"

Mo Xishu looked brightly: "What?"

"Fruit wine!" Feng Chenglin straightened up solemnly: "Really, although I don't remember the taste of your fruit wine, the effect is really good! You can give me some, and I can also entertain you. My friends, let them get drunk again..."

"No!" Mo Xishu flatly refused.

"why?"

Feng Chenglin's arm holding the chicken leg stiffened, and his stunned expression stopped.

"Isn't that fruit wine brewed by your own house?! Why can't you give it?! Isn't it expensive?!"

Mo Xishu's expression was a little stunned: "It's not very expensive... It's just that our family happened to drank it last night!!"

"Oh...that's really a shame! Feng Chenglin stunned and took a bite of chicken.

Mo Xishu breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Chenglin's words came again.

"But, is that fruit wine expensive?!"

"It's not expensive..."

"If it's not expensive, you can just brew some more for me!" Feng Chenglin seemed to have smashed Mo Xishu, heartless.

Mo Xishu was sent to the army again, and his expression was a little unnatural: "This...is not expensive, but it takes a long time to brew...it takes a year!!"

"oh, I see"

Feng Chenglin prolonged the ending again, took a sip of soup with a calm expression, but raised his head again.

"Then...Aunty, do you mind giving me the recipe for fruit wine?! After I leave here, I can go home and make my own..."

Mo Xishu: "..."

This fat man, did the Japanese fruit wine die? !