Chapter 240 Fighter in Red Wine

Even the waiter who poured the wine just now wore gloves.

Cheng Yingxuan knew how serious Yan Shiting's mysophobia was. Xiaobao took his cup directly. He probably either dropped the cup or stopped touching the glass of wine.

If he dares to get angry, she will turn against him immediately.

Unexpectedly, he only frowned, and his mood did not fluctuate.

She breathed a sigh of relief, "Son, how does it taste?"

"The fighter among red wines." Xiaobao tilted his head and thought for a while, "The taste is the best and the price is also very high. In the past few years, it was sold at the highest price of 100,000 yuan a bottle. Now the price has dropped a bit, about 80,000 yuan. One bottle."

His little brows furrowed, "Mom, you said that a bottle of red wine like this costs 80,000 yuan, which consumes an average white-collar worker's year's salary..."

"It only means that your Uncle Yan is rich and is not afraid of burning." She was very calm.

"It would be great if my dad was so rich." Cheng Xiaobao suddenly thought of his father, "Mom, I feel that my dad must have been very poor when he was alive. He must have never drank such good wine." His small hand held a high foot. The wine glass swayed with the dark red liquid in the glass, "It would be great if my dad could pay for it with a few sips. I think he would die without regrets."

Cheng Yingxuan was tasting wine, and before she could swallow it, she almost spit out a mouthful of wine when she heard her son's words. Fortunately, she had quick eyesight and picked up the dining wipes on the table and covered her mouth, which prevented the table from being filled with feasts. Rain scatters red wine.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..." Although the wine was sprayed on the wet wipes, she still choked. Will the black-faced god next to him die with no regrets just because he took a few sips of wine? Obviously underestimated him.

A trace of distress appeared on Yan Shiting's serious face, and he gently patted her back with his big palm, "You are so careless when you drink. You are not a child."

Xiaobao also jumped down quickly, walked around to her, stretched out his little hand and caressed her back, "Xuanxuan, why are you more childish than me."

"..." She finally stopped coughing, and Yan Shiting handed her another napkin.

She took it, wiped her mouth, and breathed calmly, "I'm fine. Brat, do you dare to say that your mother is childish and has no choice but to live a miserable life?"

Xiaobao sat back in his seat, made a face at her, and chuckled, "You can't stuff me back into my mother's womb."

"Hmph." She snorted coldly.

Yan Shiting glanced at Xiaobao displeased and said, "Xiaobao, do you think it's appropriate to mention your dad on an occasion like today?"

"Why can't you mention it?" Xiaobao was unhappy, "I gave you a chance. At the beginning, I said, just treat me as a transparent person, which means that I intend not to disturb you. Then, you just eat normally. , and it doesn’t look like we’re on a blind date.”

Yan Shiting raised his eyebrows, "Then what do you think a blind date should be like?"

"You should first ask the girl about her height, age, weight, and measurements. Then ask her about her job and who her family members are..."

Yan Shiting's brows furrowed into a frown, "You're so young, who taught you about measurements?" He glanced at Cheng Yingxuan, obviously thinking it was her.

She spread her hands and said, "I don't have the ability to teach him. I guess his father gave it to him in a dream."

"I learned about it from the news, TV, and the Internet." Cheng Xiaobao said, "Don't think that I'm young and don't understand. It's just a kid in kindergarten who doesn't understand. I have a high IQ and should understand."

"It's as if you don't go to kindergarten." Cheng Yingxuan muttered softly.