When I woke up, I was entangled by a rough guy with eight-pack abs

Ning Ying didn't expect these young wives to be so bold. Even though she knew she was acting, she couldn't help blushing and whispered in defense: "I didn't ask."

Qin Zhao suppressed his smile and raised his hand to scratch her nose: "We will go home and reunite after the flood prevention is over."

There were booing sounds all around.

"Sister, you're going to be happy."

Ning Ying smiled awkwardly and shyly, raised her hand and wanted to pinch Qin Zhao's waist, signaling him to leave, otherwise these sisters-in-law might bring up the banned topic again.

But Qin Zhao's waist was all muscles, and she couldn't pinch it after a long time, it was just like tickling.

Qin Zhao smiled and held her hand: "I will cook the pig-killing dishes later. What do you like to eat?"

"Can you cook?"

"Well, I worked in the kitchen for a while."

Everyone immediately cast envious glances at Ning Ying. He can cook, carry a gun, and love his wife. This husband is really awesome.

"I'm not picky about food."

"Okay, I'll make something for you later."

At this time, the chopped meat has been thrown into the pot on the stove, and some sauerkraut and chili peppers are added. The fire at the bottom of the pot is burned vigorously, and finally, when the dish is about to be served, a handful of noodles are pulled. The whole courtyard is filled with the aroma of meat.

After the pig-killing dish came out of the pot, Qin Zhao served the first bowl to Ning Ying, surrounded by envious voices.

This was not the end. A moment later, he brought her braised pig's trotters, fried pork liver...all dishes were cooked using Shandong style, because he was afraid that she would not be able to get used to the local taste.

He even brought her a plate of pig tails, which is usually a dish for children.

Everyone couldn't help but make a noise.

"Comrade Qin, you gave all the good things to your wife, what are we going to eat?"

"Shaanxi cuisine and Shandong cuisine. You really know how to show your love to your wife in different ways."

"You've even served the pig's tail to your wife. You're treating her like a child."

Ning Ying secretly gave Qin Zhao a thumbs up: Good acting, it’s time to give her golden statue to him.

In order to avoid public outrage, she quickly pushed the dishes in front of everyone: "Sister-in-law, everyone try it together."

Qin Zhao raised his eyelids, feeling a little sad. When a fellow villager greeted him, he turned around and returned to the men's seat.

The village party secretary said a few polite words, and everyone drank happily, pouring wine for Qin Zhao continuously.

The people in Shancheng use large coarse porcelain bowls to drink. They are all very calm and don't talk much. They just pick up the bowl and drink.

Qin Zhao knew that what mattered at the drinking table was not only the drinking capacity but also the momentum. He couldn't bring shame to the troops, so he drank bowl after bowl with them.

Several jars of sorghum wine were empty in an instant. Seeing that Qin Zhao remained calm and composed, the villagers were all convinced.

Seeing that everyone was full, the village party secretary stood up with a big bowl in his hand and said, "Fellow villagers, Comrade Qin came here to help us with flood prevention without even finishing his wedding. We have limited conditions here and cannot hold a ceremony for him, but we can still afford to invite him to drink the wedding wine."

The villagers immediately started to make a noise: "Drink from the same cup, drink from the same cup!"

At this time, Ning Ying had been pushed in front of Qin Zhao by several young wives.

"Sister, under the witness and blessing of everyone, let's drink one with Comrade Qin."

"Drink one, drink one!"

Qin Zhao looked at the two large coarse porcelain bowls filled with liquid in front of him, and the veins on his forehead suddenly started throbbing.

"She didn't know how to drink, so I did it for her."

Everyone burst into laughter: "The groom drinks one cup and the bride drinks one cup, how are you going to do it for me?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't drink. If your daughter-in-law gets drunk later, you can just carry her away."

Ning Ying knew the current situation. If Qin Zhao continued to help her to exonerate herself, the two of them would most likely be exposed.

She then picked up the big bowl and said with a smile: "Then I will respectfully obey your command."

Seeing that she was about to pour the liquid into her mouth generously, several young wives hurriedly pulled her hand through Qin Zhao's arm and pushed the two of them face to face.

"Sister, this is how you drink the wedding wine."

The two of them were so close that Ning Ying could almost smell the slight odor of alcohol on Qin Zhao's body, which made her vaguely recall the scene when they were lying on the same bed, and her ears suddenly felt hot.

Qin Zhao whispered, "Just take a small sip as a token of your appreciation."

Everyone immediately started to make a noise: "Comrade Qin really loves his wife."

When the village chief saw the two people holding up their wine bowls, he quickly shouted, "Clink your bowls, link your arms, and take a sip of the wedding wine. Sweet and sweet young couple, drink this bowl of wedding wine, and never separate in this life, and walk together in the next life!"

The two of them clinked their bowls together and drank from the table amid everyone's blessings.

But the bowl was too big and too deep, and Ning Ying paused after swallowing half of it.

The man's throat was hoarse, and Qin Zhao quickly finished his bowl.

Sorghum wine has a high alcohol content and a spicy taste. He was already impressed by the fact that Ning Ying could drink half of it. Seeing her pause, he thought she couldn't drink any more, so he snatched the wine bowl from her and drank it.

"Hey, that's what I..." drank, and she hasn't had enough.

Ning Ying is not a soft girl who never drinks. On the contrary, because she has lived with her grandfather who is a winemaker since she was a child, she has been drinking a lot and can drink a lot.

However, after being reborn into her past life, she had to abstain from alcohol in order to maintain the image of a good girl in front of her sister, which almost made her feel suffocated.

Now that she had found an excuse to drink, she of course wanted to drink to her heart's content. However, Qin Zhao mistakenly thought that she was not able to hold her liquor and snatched away the half bowl of wine she had left.

Looking at the big names who had reached the bottom of the market, Ning Ying smacked her lips in her heart.

After drinking the wedding wine, the yard was filled with applause.

Qin Zhao put the bottom of the bowl on the table and said, "Village Chief, we have eaten and drunk, and we must keep our word."

"It counts, why doesn't it count? Come on, young and old, raise your drinks and toast to Comrade Qin and his family members."

Both of their bowls were filled again.

Qin Zhao whispered, "You will fall quietly in a moment."

Ning Ying twitched the corners of her lips, but in order to maintain her image of being "not very alcoholic", she still responded obediently with a "OK".

After everyone clinked their glasses, they all poured wine into their mouths.

Ning Ying was afraid that Qin Zhao would snatch it away from her again, so she opened her mouth and gulped down the wine. Soon the bowl was empty, her throat was filled with spicy feeling, but her whole body was refreshed.

After Qin Zhao finished drinking, he turned to look at Ning Ying, only to see her smiling and shaking the bowl in her hand at him, and saying with her lips: Pour it.

Qin Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the villagers smashed the large coarse porcelain bowls in their hands to the ground.

"Fellow villagers, please follow the army's orders. We will move tomorrow!"

"Move! Whoever doesn't move is a grandson!"

At this time, a figure walked into the courtyard from outside in small steps.

Zhou Hongyang was originally thinking of using his injury as an excuse to slack off when he happened to hear someone say that a pig-slaughtering meal was being prepared in the village party committee compound.

He had been feeling a little irritated from eating fast food recently, so he wanted to eat some hot and fragrant pig-killing dishes, and even better, drink some Shaanxi-style sorghum wine.

As soon as I entered the yard, it was like seeing a ghost. Ning Ying was actually standing next to Qin Zhao!