Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

Ming Zhiyan was also very happy. He usually had a cold appearance, but it was rare to see him smile, which made him look even more handsome.

He never refused the wine that Jian Dalang handed to him. He drank one glass after another. He also listened to Jian Dalang’s words seriously. He did not seem to have any temper.

At the end of the drink, both of their faces were red. Jian Dalang was obviously drunk. Even Old Man Jian despised him.

As for Ming Zhiyan, he seemed to be drunk as well. However, he was not like Jian Dalang. He sat quietly on the stool. If it were not for his dazed eyes, one would not be able to tell that he was drunk.

‘%hiyan,” Old Man Jian said with a smile. “You’ll be good to our Big Sister for the rest of your life, right?”

Ming Zhiyan had not yet woken up, but he had already subconsciously nodded.

“Of course!”

“Who are we going to listen to when we quarrel in the future?

“I won’t argue with Qingqing,” Ming Zhiyan shook his head and said.

Old Man Jian and Mother Jian both nodded with satisfaction and said to Jian

Qingqing, “This child is indeed not bad.”

Jian Qingqing was a little proud. “Of course! If he wasn’t good, I wouldn’t have liked him.”

This was the truth. Although Big Sister was young, she was dependable.

After the meal, Jian Dalang was already drunk and lying on the table. Although Zhiyan did not pass out, he was dozing off. It was obvious that he was also drunk.

“Qingqing,” said Old Man Jian, “you can have someone send him to the guest room later. It’s so late, so don’t ask him to go back. It’s not safe on the road.”

Jian Qingqing nodded. “Grandpa, I understand.”

Old Man Jian looked at Dalang in disgust and asked the servant to take him back to his room to wash up.

It was very late. After a while, the living room was empty, leaving only Ming Zhiyan and Jian Qingqing, who were drunk and sitting quietly.

Jian Qingqing walked over, squatted beside him, and looked up at him. She gently stroked his face and asked softly, “Can you hear me?

Ming Zhiyan blinked his eyes in confusion, then he suddenly smiled and sighed, “You’re finally mine!”

Jian Qingqing did not expect him to suddenly say this. She was dazzled by his smile. No wonder there were so many people in the world who spent so much effort just to make a beautiful smile. If that person was Ming Zhiyan, she would be willing to do it.

His beautiful smile had truly stunned her.

Jian Qingqing touched his face and coaxed, “Good boy, smile again, okay?”

However, this time, there was no reaction from Ming Zhiyan. Jian Qingqing did not give up and kept teasing him with both hands.

“Come on, smile. Be good.”

Ming Zhiyan suddenly mumbled, “I like you so much, Baby Qing!’

Jian Qingqing felt that she had fallen into a soft cloud. She was so happy that she wanted to roll on it.

Ming Zhiyan’s coquettish voice was too out of line, and she couldn’t help but go up and gently peck his moist lips.

Her mood was like a soda that had just been opened, bubbling non-stop. The bubbles burst, making her heart tremble.

Ming Zhiyan suddenly stared at her lips with a magical look. With sparkling eyes, he said, “can we do it again?

Jian Qingqing felt a little shy. It was the first time she had stolen a kiss from someone else. It was also her first kiss.

She did not think much of it at first, but now that Ming Zhiyan had said it so clearly, she felt like she was a female hooligan.

Jian Qingqing quickly diverted his attention and said perfunctorily, “Alright, alright. It’s too late. Go take a shower and go to bed..”