Chapter 416 - Chapter 416: Chapter 403: Bad Premonition (1/2)
Chapter 416: Chapter 403: Bad Premonition
Chu Jinnian glanced side-on at Chu Jinzhou sitting next to him.
Chu Jinzhou ducked behind him, made a grimace, flashed the countless little turtles on the back of his hand, then droopily lowered his head in a dispirited manner.
He was indeed afraid of losing.
But, that didn’t matter, he still had his older brother.
Chu Jinnian set his wine cup down on the table, and looked lazily at Fan Wenxuan. “How could we?” he replied.
Damn, it seemed some people were going to enter the game.
The smirk, full of provocation from just now, froze upon Fan Wenxuan’s face.
Even though he was a highly educated scholar, Chu Jinnian was an individual who never forgets things once seen and there was truly no way of knowing what else he was capable of.
If they really started playing ‘Feihua Order’, Fan Wenxuan wasn’t confident he could win.
Eying the pot of vintage Royal wine on the table, Fan Wenxuan swallowed, chuckled, and said, “The osmanthus wine of Your Highness seems quite amazing. Perhaps this old man might get a taste of it too?”
Osmanthus wine was faintly sweet and light, unlike the fiery hard liquors, it didn’t make one drunk easily. If he lost and got drunk that would be too humiliating, wouldn’t it?
“If Mr. Fan fancies it, he can help himself.” Chu Jinnian squinted and smiled in reply.
Damn!
Why was there a sense of foreboding?
Fan Wenxuan’s heart sinked.
Half an hour later…
“Support me, I can still… burp… drink!”
“Eldest Young Master, don’t go. Another round, I can’t believe I… can’t beat you…”
“Burp!”
Halfway through, as he was holding the wobbling, unsteady, hiccupping Fan Wenxuan who was unable to stand still, Banqing looked up helplessly at the sky.
No wonder Eldest Young Master had agreed so readily when Mr. Fan asked for the wine. So he knew that even this Osmanthus wine could knock Mr. Fan off his feet…
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Once the 15th was over and the festive atmosphere faded, people returned to their busy lives.
Zhuang Qingning was the most representative of such people.
Keeping an eye on the village workshop, checking out the town shops, making a trip to country town to look at the current situation of Cheng’s, and fitting in a visit to Miao Village to see the condition of the sweet potato glass noodles workshop.
This workshop was one that Zhuang Qingning’s involvement had been relatively less in. From the beginning, she almost handed the task of managing the workshop to Miao Hongjin. As for whether Miao Hongjin could manage this workshop well, Zhuang Qingning was genuinely unsure.
Especially during this time, she didn’t have a chance to look at the sweet potato glass noodle workshop, so by the time she finally went there this time, it had already been over a dozen days since her last visit.