The hot dishes slowly arrived on the table.

Lan Ze and Mo Mo concentrated on eating.

The sister-in-law was drinking fruit wine alone. Lanze poured it for her. She was smiling as she watched her brothers and sisters fight for the wine.

The eldest uncle kept pouring wine into Zhang He.

From the moment they started drinking, Lan Ze realized that these two people were not kind-hearted guests at all. They were looking for Zhang He to accuse them. The elder brother-in-law rushed in front, and the sister-in-law followed.

Zhang He entered and left the consortium. Over the years, how many people dared to make her drink?

Those with high status tend to maintain their own status to a certain extent. They only need to do official business. In private, they only drink tea and have no chance to eat or drink at all.

Those with lower status than her do not have this qualification.

The more Zhang He drank, the paler his face became. The blood on his face faded and his skin looked stiff.

The eldest uncle's face was glowing red.

Lan Ze thought, if there was something wrong with Zhang He, it would be too late to take care of other things. He would grab this brother and beat him first. He must beat him really hard!

"I'm more than a year older than you, and have more social experience than you." My uncle's spirit is particularly good. "You are not young enough to know how to deal with the world, right?"

"No, I'm not capable." Zhang He and he each said their own words and remained humble and firm, "I really can't solve the work problem. I'm not in the joint organization now, and all my old acquaintances are no longer useful."

"Mom said you can definitely do it!"

"Mom said okay, you go home to find mom."

"When recruiting talents into your school, you have to admit a few, right?"

"What kind of talent are you?" Zhang He looked at his brother intently for a while, then drank half of the glass in one gulp as if to escape.

Unfortunately, she did not stagger and fall down, but still sat upright. Her uncle filled her up immediately.

"Why am I not considered a talent? I have a doctorate from a prestigious school. I have a high IQ and good grades since I was a child..." The uncle gave some evidence. He even told the story of reaching the community finals in a bridge competition when he was a child.

"Zhang Qingsong, are you in your teens this year? Or are you in your twenties?" There was a smile on the corner of Zhang He's mouth. "You will be forty next year, right? Are you telling me that your academic performance is good? How do you think I should convince the leader?

Are you really a talent?"

Lan Ze almost believed it, he was really a talent. After leaving school, his achievements were all zero, and he was just waiting to die as a maintenance worker. Someone who can say that his ability from 20% to 100% is not a talent.

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The eldest uncle is not angry: "Being a teacher means you have to have good grades. You don't need good grades to do anything else. If I become a teacher, I will definitely be able to teach well. Teaching a math class or something like that is definitely not a problem."

Zhang He laughed angrily and pointed at Lan Ze with his thumb: "He can teach mathematics because he is Feng Chuan's disciple. Have you heard of Feng Chuan? You don't even know about Feng Chuan, right?"

"Oh, no respect, no respect!" The uncle raised his glass to Lan Ze and took a sip.

Lan Ze ignored him.

The eldest uncle put down the cup angrily: "It seems that a good teacher can last a lifetime."

"Lan Ze himself is also an expert in mathematics and modeling. The mathematics textbooks he wrote have been used in many places for several years. Only then did he come to teach in our school." Zhang He defended weakly.

Looking at her mental state, Lan Ze couldn't help but clenched his fists. He just didn't know if Zhang He would let him hit someone.

"Aren't you a biology student?" My sister-in-law came closer and asked Lan Ze.

"Biomathematical modeling." Lanze answered in six words.

"It's okay, it's okay. Even if you can't be a math teacher, you can still let me teach other things. It's better not to be a teacher. You must have other ways." The uncle looked magnanimous and continued to pour wine into Zhang He.

It was as if he had a deep hatred and had to force her to death on the spot.

Zhang He finally started to pretend to be confused under the influence of alcohol.

Even so, her brother didn't let her go.

The two of them drank seven kilograms of liquor, and Zhang He drank more than half of it. In the end, it was not only her brother who drank it to her, but she herself also drank it to herself as if she was angry.

Lan Ze never knew that these sisters were so good at drinking. Later, not only was her face pale, she was also covered in cold sweat. Her sleeves were stuck to her wrists, and her hair was stuck to her face.

It looks like I didn’t hold an umbrella on a light rainy day and got wet.

Her speech was slurred and her words were illogical. Lanze couldn't decide whether she was really in trouble or just pretending, because she hadn't fallen down yet.

Finally Lanze settled the bill.

Zhang He sat obediently on his seat, expressionless and motionless.

Lan Ze asked the person on duty in the cafeteria to take a look at General Zhang. He took Mo Mo, who was full and fell asleep, and sent the two guests back to the guest house through the underground passage, and then came back to find Zhang He.

Zhang He was washing his face in the small bathroom of the private room. The door was open.

"Sister, how do you feel?" Lan Ze hugged Mo Mo and approached the bathroom door.

"good."

It sounds like Zhang He is quite sane.

But what she was doing didn't seem sober. She tore open the packaging of the disposable toothbrush and stuffed the brush handle into her mouth.

Lanze was about to remind her to turn her toothbrush over and use it, but she vomited.

She turned her head and pointed it at the toilet, but she still sprayed all over the floor.

The smell of drunken vomit was very disgusting. So, she vomited more freely.

Lan Ze looked at her worriedly, as he had no place to store the baby in his hand. He wondered whether he should just put the child on the chair, since it wouldn't crawl around when he fell asleep anyway.

At this time, Zhang He turned around and said, "Don't look at me. It's too disgusting. Just avoid it."

Lan Ze hugged Mo Mo and took a step back, feeling a little worried: "Can you call me if something happens? In fact, it's not like you never vomited when you were pregnant."

Zhang He waved his hand, turned around, and aimed another wave at the toilet.

Zhang He vomited very hard. After the contents of his stomach were emptied, what came up was the contents of his duodenum.

Lan Ze was worried that she would choke, so he only stood outside the bathroom door and did not dare to stay away.

The smell in the private room changed from the aroma of delicious food to a pungent stench. Mo Mo couldn't help but frown in her sleep.

Zhang He suddenly coughed.

Lan Ze glanced around. To be on the safe side, he put Mo Mo on the ground to prevent him from turning over and falling. Then he stepped into the door of the small bathroom.

"I'm fine." Zhang He waved his hand to prevent him from getting close.

After vomiting for a while, her face finally turned rosy. After the effort of vomiting, her eyes also turned red.

Zhang He took a few more breaths:

"Don't come in. I'll clean up the floor right away and then leave. Go and see Mo Mo."

She looked in the mirror and washed her face again. After washing her face, she squatted down to clean the floor.

If there was a basin or a pull-out faucet in the bathroom, the floor would be clean by flushing it with water. But now, she can only wipe it with paper.

After the bathroom was cleaned, she couldn't do anything about the smell in the private room.
Chapter completed!