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"Yes, your son is already full moon. I'll prepare some full moon wine for my grandson next week. I must come and have a drink." Uncle Chen was grinning from ear to ear.

"Is that so? Then we really must congratulate you. " Feng Ziyan was also very happy. Lu Qingzhou looked at his expression in surprise, as if he had seen an alien.

She had never seen him smile with such sincerity, every time his mood was so cold and reserved, making it hard for people to get close to him. For a long time, Lu Qingzhou felt that he was someone without feelings, he did not even laugh or cry. Except for the occasional outburst of anger, she didn't know if he still had any feelings for things.

"What about you? When are you going to carry a big fat brat? " Her face slightly changed, and the faint yellow light was unable to clearly see her expression, but the cup that she was holding close to her lips, upon hearing these words, couldn't help but tremble, and the cup fell straight to the ground, shattering into pieces.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Lu Qingzhou panicked a little. His eyes became misty and Feng Ziyan's heart tightened. Her chest was so stuffy that it was hard for him to breathe. He knew why she had lost her composure, and he knew that she would always mind the child's business.

It's nothing, it's just a cup. "Ah Song, bring me another cup." "… …" "Uncle Chen asked Ah Song to change the cup again.

Lu Qingzhou had not even eaten yet and Feng Ziyan had already fallen into silence. Uncle Chen also felt that something was off, so he stopped asking.

At this time, Ah Song had already prepared a plate of armor and brought it over. When Uncle Chen enthusiastically called out to them, Feng Ziyan picked up the chopsticks and removed the shell. She picked up a lot of meat from the armor and put it into Lu Qingzhou's bowl. Lu Qingzhou was still unable to recover from the words of the child that Uncle Chen had unintentionally mentioned. Only when Feng Ziyan called out her name did she pull herself back to reality, as if she had just awoken from a dream.

"What?" She looked at Feng Ziyan in a daze. The light from the fried vegetables made his face shine. Even this small stall could not stop the aura he exuded.

"Have a taste of uncle Chen's son's stir-fried floral armor. It tastes pretty good." Feng Ziyan looked at her silently. Lu Qingzhou also felt that she had lost her composure and forced a smile: "Alright."

She picked up the chopsticks and scooped the pieces of meat into her mouth. As expected, the taste of the meat was too strong for her to taste. It tasted surprisingly good. Lu Qingzhou, who did not have much appetite in the first place, was slowly getting hungry because of it. She almost ate all the armor in the bowl at the same time.

Seeing this, Feng Ziyan reached out her chopsticks to find more pieces of meat and put them into her bowl. Lu Qingzhou was really hungry and quickly swept it all away.

Seeing that she was so full of herself, Uncle Chen couldn't help but laugh happily. He directly poured two bottles of beer into the cup and said, "Little Yan, come, let me toast you young husband and wife."

He held the cup and Feng Ziyan and Lu Qingzhou raised their cups at the same time. Lu Qingzhou was drinking Old Wang Ji, who had just been brought over by Ah Song. The three of them clinked their glasses at the same time.

Ah Song brought out a lot of dishes one after another. There were prawns, crabs, and Wan Zhai's most famous fish egg powder. Feng Ziyan and Uncle Chen drank mostly so that Lu Qingzhou could taste most of the dishes.

She ate until her stomach was round, then burped in satisfaction. Even the wound on her leg was no longer painful. A few more guests came to the food stall, and after drinking a few more cups with him, Uncle Chen went off to entertain the guests.

When Feng Ziyan saw that Lu Qingzhou had swept through all those things, she ordered another plate of fried rice. Lu Qingzhou swept away all the powdered rice and half of the rice was gone. Feng Ziyan slowly drank the wine, gradually blending Lu Qingzhou's face with the surrounding light. His capacity for alcohol was not bad, logically speaking, he would not get drunk that easily, but today, he felt like he was a bit drunk.

Lu Qingzhou's face was like an illusion. He reached out his hand to grab onto something, but she was like a wisp of smoke, ethereal to the point where he was unable to grasp it. He had obviously already gotten close to her, and now she was about to leave him. Why was it so hard for him to get her heart?

"Don't drink so much. Are you drunk?" Lu Qingzhou reached out to cover his cup, and Feng Ziyan's hand that was about to hold the cup returned to the back of her hand. Lu Qingzhou seemed to want to pull back her hand as if she was scalded by boiling water, and since Feng Ziyan's hand was so strong, she didn't want to let go.

Lu Qingzhou was tightly grasped by him, so he decided to give up on the idea of pulling back. She had seen too much of his expression that day. He could actually smile and say things ordinary people would say, and he even had friends in Hong Kong who would get drunk. She could even vaguely see tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

Was this person still Feng Ziyan, whom she knew?

"Let's go. After we finish eating, I'll take you for a walk. I can't immediately drive away after drinking." Feng Ziyan did not let go of her hand as she stood up and walked in front of her and held her up horizontally just like she did a few hours ago.

Lu Qingzhou reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. If he hadn't hugged her, she would have forgotten that she had to stand up and walk with her injured ankle. Fortunately, he had hugged her in time.

"Uncle Chen, I'll go for a walk. I'll come back later." Feng Ziyan pushed the money she had prepared into the bowl and walked out with steady steps while hugging Lu Qingzhou.

"Go ahead, we won't stop until three or four in the morning. We'll drink again when we get back. " Uncle Chen was busy greeting guests, but he did not send them off. Lu Qingzhou turned around with Feng Ziyan in her arms, and saw Uncle Chen chasing after him with money in his hands. After running a few steps, she heard Ah Song call for him from behind.

"It's not easy for them to earn some money from small businesses. That money counts as my intention." Feng Ziyan already knew that Uncle Chen would chase after him, but he did not give him the chance to catch up. Lu Qingzhou just let him hug her like this, quietly looking at the people who came and went in search of a stall to eat Xiao Ye.

City X was well-planned, and the roadside stalls from a few decades ago were nearly gone. Only the government's unified planning stalls were available for the idle people to do small business. Lu Qingzhou curiously looked at these people and felt the breath of alcohol coming from Feng Ziyan's mouth. She simply allowed herself to fall into his arms, enjoying this warmth that she hadn't felt in a long time.

Feng Ziyan did not feel tired at all as she continued to walk forward, but gradually, Lu Qingzhou discovered that there were beads of sweat on both sides of his temples and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat. She could not help but reach out to help him wipe them away, and gently said: "If you're tired, then just rest a bit."