The three of them were busy in the kitchen while chatting leisurely. Half an hour later, dinner was ready.
It was a hearty meal, filling the table completely.
Su Jianjun took out a few bottles of ice-cold Shuanglu beer from the fridge. Both he and Qin Daqing enjoyed this. In the summer, they would have a drink or two with dinner, especially on happy occasions like today, it was indispensable.
"Dad, uncle, let me pour you some!"
Su Zelin eagerly opened the caps and filled their glasses, then hesitantly poured himself a glass too.
He couldn't settle for Guangshi pineapple beer; that stuff was almost like a soft drink and just didn't cut it.
In his previous life, he liked going to nightclubs. Although later it was often for business or to drown his sorrows, he still had a bit of a craving for it.
Alcohol is strange like that; when you're happy, you want to drink, and when you're not, you want to drink too. It's just like smoking.
