Bo Yucheng observed his micro-expression.

Almost realized that Lanlan, the little fool, probably had no idea about alcohol, must be because of the excessive gin wine that caused the punch...

But even though he knew, he still drank all the wine.

Bo Yucheng pursed his lips slightly. It was originally a cocktail with a relatively low degree, but the feeling of this wine falling into the throat was even worse than that of the white wine, and his stomach burned with a burning burn.

"Is there any difference between you guys in the bar?"

Shi Qinglan blinked his beautiful eyes, as if he was sincerely asking for advice. "You are not allowed to bully me and fool me if I haven't tasted it. If there is something wrong with the matching, I will change it in time."

Learning to make cocktails is completely different from her in the past.

When practicing medical skills, there is a scientific basis for whether the patient is cured. When studying clothing design, she also has a certain aesthetic. When compiling music, she can hear the rhythm, but mix cocktails...

Not only has she never tasted what it should be before, but she has not been able to taste and judge by herself.

"Very good, and the professionalism is comparable to Chengong."

Shi Qingjue adopted the method of indulging in praise, and he would praise her well no matter what the taste tasted, and would never hurt her confidence.

Bo Yucheng pursed his lips lightly and said, "The amount of gin wine can be added less."

"Gin wine?" A hint of doubt flashed in Shi Qinglan's eyes.

She picked up the Shike pot and lowered her eyes to smell the remaining wine, but the pot was suddenly taken away by Bo Yucheng.

Shi Qinglan's white and tender cheeks bulged slightly, "Acheng, what are you doing? I didn't want to drink, I just smell it..."

It should smell a little.

After all, she is also a chef at the Chinese state banquet. Wine tasting is similar to dish tasting, and she has synesthesia to a certain extent.

"You can't smell it." Bo Yucheng's voice was slightly sunk.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Shi Qinglan's lower abdomen, "Be good, what if the smell of alcohol makes the two babies smell?"

"How is it possible..." Shi Qinglan muttered in a low voice.

She reached out and gently stroked her lower abdomen, but the pregnant woman should indeed stay away from alcohol. Besides, she is so sensitive to alcohol that she did not insist on hearing it on the safe side.

But Bo Yucheng was afraid that she would take the wine back...

He simply drank the remaining dried martini in Chek's pot and handed it back to an empty wine pot.

"You finished drinking?" Shi Qingjue looked at him in disbelief.

Although both men have excellent alcohol tolerance, this dried martiniko is different from the ones in the bar. Gin is the world's largest category of spirits, and it's not a joke if you add too much...

Bo Yucheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "I am still drinking."

Shi Qingjue couldn't help but tsk, "Don't embarrass me when I get drunk later, I'm not responsible for taking care of you."

"Tianma Ganny is not the case." Bo Yucheng slowly tapped the bartender, "I've had a good time playing with the bartender. Should I go back to my room to rest, huh?"

But Shi Qinglan was still nostalgic about the wine on the bar.

She obviously didn't play enough, so she held a bottle of gin and turned her mind casually, then raised her eyes and looked at them, "I remember you two should have a good alcohol tolerance, right?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Qingjue had an ominous premonition.

Bo Yucheng's forehead jumped down fiercely, and he looked up at the woman, "...I still want to adjust it?"

"I shouldn't be drunk if I just drink a few cocktails, right? I remember you used to have more than two glasses in the bar. Why don't you be a guinea pig for me?" Shi Qinglan smiled sweetly.

Shi Qingjue: "..."

Is the wine in the bar the same degree as hers?

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples with some headaches, trying to persuade him, "Lan'er, just mixing a bartender as a hobby... Brother will play with you another day, huh?"

If he drinks two more glasses, he may really not be able to withstand it.

Shi Qinglan glanced at her red lips, "How can it be just a hobby? When I taste it myself after the baby is born, you two can be the tool for me in the last few months."

As she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something.

Suddenly he raised his eyes and looked at the two of them, "You can't drink it anymore, right? If it really doesn't work, it's all right..."

"Drink." Bo Yucheng suddenly opened his lips and said a word.

Shi Qinglan didn't want to force them to come. She thought they had a good alcohol tolerance and asked them to help them unscrupulously. If she really couldn't drink it, she would definitely not let them drink it.

Bo Yucheng pursed his lips, "Just a few glasses of cocktails. If you want, adjust it. I'll play with you... um?"

"Okay." Shi Qinglan immediately smiled.

She raised her face and looked at the man, "I just put too much of that glass of dried martini gin? How much should it be appropriate?"

Bo Yucheng then walked behind Shi Qinglan, picked up the wine measuring glass with one hand, and the other big grasped her hand, and she held the glass of gin in her hand...

His low and magnetic voice rang in his ears, "Pour into the wine glass, and I'll stop if I shout."

"Okay." Shi Qinglan obediently poured wine in.

Shi Qingjue couldn't help but twitch. Seeing Bo Yucheng standing up and taking the pot, he found an opportunity and immediately turned around and quickly escaped from the terrible wine-filling scene...

Unexpectedly, my brother-in-law is sometimes useful.

Bo Yucheng guided Shi Qinglan to control the ratio. After each adjustment, he would help her taste the flavor, and then repeatedly tried a more suitable ratio. He also tried many other wines.

But no matter how low the cocktail is, it will be intoxicating...

Bo Yucheng gradually became a little drunk, and his jaw was gently resting on Shi Qinglan's shoulders, rubbing it lightly.

"Acheng, try this coconut forest again..."

Shi Qinglan made a cup of coconut forest fragrance and was about to hand it to him, but suddenly felt a little gravity on his shoulders.

She then looked back and blinked, "Acheng?"

"Hmm?" Bo Yucheng's hoarse voice slowly rang.

He stretched out his arms and gently hugged Shi Qinglan's waist, lowered his head slightly, buried his head between her neck, and took a deep breath.

The fragrance of a woman and a little milky smell instantly soothes his drunkenness, "It smells so good."

Shi Qinglan frowned slightly without any trace.

She noticed something seemed to be wrong, so she immediately put down the wine glass in her hand, "Acheng, are you drunk?"

"Hmm?" Bo Yucheng's tail sound slowly rose again.

He tightened his hand slightly, holding her waist, and pecked her neck with his lips, "Are you still adjusting?"

"It's not adjusted." Shi Qinglan's heart was slightly shocked.

She turned to face Bo Yucheng, and the man's body temporarily lost his center of gravity and suddenly staggered forward.

"Be careful." A low voice rang out.

Even though Bo Yucheng was drunk, he still remembered to protect him. Shi Qinglan stepped back and stood on the bar, thinking that he would hit his waist... But Bo Yucheng reached out to her waist faster than her and pressed it down.
Chapter completed!