"No problem, I'll get more next time. But no matter how much I get, it won't be enough for you all to drink."
"You talk as if you don't drink."
Huang Ying entered the kitchen, saw the position of the vegetable knife, and then came out.
"Huang Zhiqing, are you really not going to have a drink?"
"Not this time, the doctor specifically instructed me not to use spicy things. Next time, I will definitely have a good drink with Mr. Wang."
"I'm really looking forward to that. Old Bai, you go get the wine tomorrow, the day after Huang Zhiqing should be fine."
"Alright. No problem."
Huang Ying sat on the side, smiling and watching them drink, refilling whoever's cup was empty.
Zheng Yadong, sitting next to her, suddenly put his arm around Huang Ying's shoulder, "Huang Zhiqing, how about me? Want to marry me?"
Huang Ying blushed and lowered her head, "Mr. Zheng, I don't know."
