After the divorce, the boss tore off my vest with his own hands

Chapter 1449: Men's Competition

"Miss Xinxin, just hearing you say this makes my life worthwhile!"

Aunt Mei was so moved that her eyes were red, but she didn't immediately say where she wanted Chu Zhixin and his sister to go with her. Instead, she took Chu Zhixin's hand and said, "Let's go. I've prepared a table of delicious food. Let's celebrate tonight."

"That's great! I miss your cooking skills so much. And tonight, I asked my brothers to buy hot pot ingredients and prepare hot pot!"

Chu Zhixin didn't ask too many questions and just trusted Aunt Mei unconditionally.

"Hot pot is good, it's booming, and everything will go smoothly for us in the future!"

Aunt Mei was also very happy and was looking forward to the scene of the whole family sitting around the table eating hot pot.

Looking at the harmonious and friendly relationship between Aunt Mei and Chu Zhixin, Qiao An couldn't help but have tears in her eyes and wiped away her tears silently several times.

"What's wrong, Qiao An? Are you thinking about something unhappy again?"

Chu Zhixin had been paying attention to Qiao An's every move, fearing that Qiao An would have another attack, and asked nervously.

"No, I just think you have a really good relationship. Although you are not related by blood, you are closer than real blood-related family members. I am very envious."

Qiao An said with deep emotion.

She has a very bad family background. She seems to have a father, a mother, and an older brother, but she has never felt the warmth from her family. On the contrary, her family has only brought her pain.

This also made her feel deeply that many times the so-called family is not really determined by blood ties, but by mutual feelings and sincerity towards each other.

Although Aunt Mei is just a maid in the Chu family, her status in the family is no different from that of the closest relatives and elders.

Similarly, although she and Chu Zhihan have no blood relationship, their relationship is never inferior to that of real family.

At least, that’s how it used to be.

To the extent that she often couldn't tell now whether her feelings for Chu Zhihan were the dependence of a sister on her brother, or something else?

There were too many heavy things between them, so she didn't dare to think too much or let it get out of her mind.

“Hey, that’s it.”

Chu Zhixin heaved a sigh of relief, took Qiao An's hand, and said sincerely: "Haven't I always said that you are also our family? As you said, family is not determined by blood relationship. Your existence is a gift from God to us. God chose you to be our family!"

"Xiaochu, thank you."

Qiao An was so moved by Chu Zhixin's words that she burst into tears. She hugged Chu Zhixin again and felt the long-lost warmth. Perhaps this kind of warmth is the warmth that only a real family can give.

She was unfortunate. She was born in such a deformed and terrible family and was surrounded by pain since childhood.

She was lucky too. Decades later, she had a new family, a family full of love and unity.

This made her feel that all the suffering she had endured over the years was compensated!

After a while, Chu Zhihan and Sheng Tingye returned to Chu's house carrying a large amount of food.

On the table were many of Aunt Mei's signature dishes, and in the middle was a pot heated by an induction cooker. The soup was bubbling and emitting a mouth-watering aroma.

The two children were the happiest. They picked up their chopsticks and were eager to try all kinds of meatballs.

Normally they have a light taste, and Chu Zhixin tries his best not to take them to eat hotpot to avoid upsetting their stomachs.

I was having a rare happy day today, so I agreed to let the children join me for the hotpot.

"I want fish balls!"

"I want to eat shrimp sliders!"

"I want to eat tripe!"

"I want beef slices!"

The little ones were talking to each other, vying for food, making the whole table extremely lively. The originally strange atmosphere became less tense because of their innocence and purity.

"How about a drink?"

Chu Zhihan made a proposal to Sheng Tingye who was sitting opposite him for the first time.

"Drink, beer, white wine, red wine?"

Sheng Tingye was also quite considerate and was willing to have a couple of drinks with Chu Zhihan.

Although they regarded each other as thorns in their eyes and wanted to kill each other more than once, they had at least clearly agreed to a truce, so they could coexist peacefully for a while.

In peaceful times, having a couple of drinks isn't excessive.

"White wine, beer, red wine, that's not called drinking, it's boring!"

Chu Zhihan said, and stood up and went to the wine cabinet, and took out a jar of wine. "This bottle of wine is a real pure brew. I have kept it for many years and never drank it. I am in a good mood today, so I might as well open it and drink it."

"This……"

Sheng Tingye looked at the bottle of aged wine, hesitated for a moment, and nodded, "Let's have two glasses then."

He hesitated, not for any other reason, but simply because he seldom drank liquor and was a little afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle it.

To be precise, not only does he not drink liquor, he hardly even drinks alcohol.

I used to get drunk easily after just a touch of alcohol, but after some practice, I could barely drink a little.

This little bit is definitely no match for Chu Zhihan, and he is afraid that neither of them will be satisfied by then.

"You are so straightforward. Although you are usually slow and hesitant, you are still a man at the critical moment!"

Chu Zhihan originally thought that a gentleman like Sheng Tingye would definitely reject his invitation, but he didn't expect that he actually agreed, which made him a little flattered.

He has been working hard at Luoshui Wharf for so many years, so it is inevitable that he has some gangster airs. In fact, he really wants to find someone to have a drink and chat with.

However, given his status, most of the people who can drink with him are just trying to please him and flatter him, which is meaningless.

This Sheng Tingye certainly won't flatter, so drinking this wine will be more interesting.

Chu Zhihan took out a large bowl, opened the lid of the wine jar, and started pouring wine with a clang.

"..."

Sheng Tingye said nothing. He looked at the wine bowl that was getting fuller and fuller, his Adam's apple rolling silently. Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore and whispered, "Isn't it too exaggerated to drink from a bowl?"

He might not even be able to handle one cup, let alone a bowl.

"What's so exaggerated about this? When men drink, they always count with the bowl. Why can't you do that?"

Chu Zhihan frowned and looked at Sheng Tingye.

"It's not impossible."

Sheng Tingye coughed lightly, feeling helpless as if he was being framed, unable to open his mouth to refuse.

"That's OK!"

Chu Zhihan handed the whole bowl of wine to Sheng Tingye, "Drink it, drink it up in one gulp!"

The two children also blinked their eyes and looked at the two of them, as if they were watching a competition, curious about who was better between their uncle and their father.

Chu Zhixin scalded a piece of tripe, and after eating it slowly, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Brother, please don't make things difficult for him. He can't drink it."