Chapter 29 - 29 29 The Power of China's Local Rice Wine
Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
29: Chapter 29 The Power of Chinaâs Local Rice Wine 29: Chapter 29 The Power of Chinaâs Local Rice Wine Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Old Zou was busy cooking and did not notice.
However, when Su Lu carried the dishes out, Bo Jingshen, who was originally sitting on the sofa looking at his phone, quickly noticed.
âWhat happened to your hand?â Bo Jingshenâs sharp eyes fell on her fingers.
Only then did Old Zou react, âWhat happened to Xiao Suâs hand?
Did you get hurt just now?â
Su Lu didnât try to hide it, âI just got a small prick, itâs not serious.â
âOh dear, you need to take care of injuries from sea creatures, itâs easy to get an infection.â Old Zou said.
Bo Jingshen got up from the sofa, âOld Zou, do you have a first-aid kit?â
âYes, yes, yes, under the TV cabinet.
You go get it yourself and treat her, Iâll bring out the dishes.â
Bo Jingshen quickly found a small plastic first-aid kit under the TV cabinet.
Though it was small, it was well-equipped with disinfecting tools and bandaging materials.
âIâll do it myself.
You go help Teacher Zou with the dishesâ¦â
Su Lu reached out to take the first-aid kit, but Bo Jingshen grabbed her fingers.
It wasnât a strong grip, but it was enough to make it hard for her to break free.
Losing her balance, she was pulled in front of him.
Bo Jingshen frowned slightly, âSit down.â
Su Lu paused for a moment.
Given her reputation as the famous âHarvester,â she felt she had to give this tempting âgrassâ some respect.
So she obediently sat down.
Letting the man frown and stare at her fingertip wound.
It wasnât a serious injury, but his serious demeanor made Su Luâs heart feel warm.
She coughed lightly, âPresident Bo, if you donât hurry up, it will heal on its own.â
Bo Jingshen glanced at her and efficiently disinfected and bandaged her wound.
Old Zou brought out all the dishes.
âAll bandaged up?
Come and eat once youâre done.â
The old man was quite happy.
Compared to cooking and eating alone, he much preferred having his prized student over for a meal.
âOld Zou, your cooking skills havenât changed at all.â Bo Jingshen said with a smile.
Old Zou was very pleased, eagerly asking, âIsnât it?
The old knife hasnât dulled, has it?â
Then he made a toasting gesture, âWant some?
We havenât had a good drink together in ages, have we?â
It wasnât just ages, they had never really had a good drink together.
Back then, it wasnât that Bo Jingshen didnât want to drink, but Old Zou didnât agree, always worrying that alcohol would dull his prized studentâs mind.
Bo Jingshen: âI can drink, but you better not.â
Old Zou: âHey, what?
Look down on me?â
Bo Jingshen nodded towards the coffee table, âI saw the medicine bottles under your coffee table.
If youâre not in good health, why drink?
Just watch me drink and get a vicarious thrill.â
Su Lu wasnât surprised that Bo Jingshen noticed this; he was always attentive.
Besides, he had come to visit Old Zou because he heard from an old classmate that Old Zouâs health wasnât good lately.
Old Zou felt a bit embarrassed, âAh, itâs justâ¦
old age, the usual old age problems.â
Bo Jingshen: âYou and Su Xiaolu drink juice.â
So it ended up with Su Lu and Old Zou drinking juice, while Bo Jingshen held a bottle of wine, drinking alone and enjoying himself.
He usually didnât drink like this; even at social events, it was rare for President Bo to drink more than a few sips.
Usually, others would drink while he just touched his lips to it lightly.
But now, he was drinking very relaxedly.
It wasnât even good liquor, just some rustic rice wine that Old Zou had gotten from somewhere, rich and smooth.
He drank it slowly, glass after glass, chatting aimlessly with Old Zou.
They talked about everything, from his startup abroad to his current plans to return to China and develop his career.
This and that, Su Lu listened quietly from the side, trying to piece together the fragments to form an image of the five years of his life that she had missed.
Old Zou gave him advice, âI know you donât like attending class reunions and such, but there are still a few talented people among your peers.
After all, you were all my students.
If you were still developing abroad, it would be different, but now that youâre back, you will need people.â
Of course, Bo Jingshen would not refuse his mentorâs words.
Although he indeed had no interest in class reunions, he agreed to go to the reunion tomorrow for Old Zouâs sake.
When they were leaving, Old Zou wanted to give them stuff in big and small boxes, but Bo Jingshen politely declined.
âYou keep it for yourself.
After allâ¦
I am your prized student; do I lack these things?â
Old Zou laughed heartily at that and nodded towards Su Lu, âHarvester, take care of him.
Looks like heâs had a bit too much.â
âNonsense.â Bo Jingshen pursed his lips, âIâve been drinking foreign liquor with foreigners, whiskey, vodka, tequila, you name it.
Had a bit too much?
Impossible.â
Old Zou sighed, âYou donât know the power of the aftereffects of traditional Chinese rice wine.
Alright then, Xiao Su, you two should head back.â
Su Lu originally thought Bo Jingshen would be fine, considering that time at Yunding, when they both downed three glasses of whiskey.
She ended up vomiting miserably, but he was perfectly fine and even had the energy to corner her in the bathroom andâ¦
It shouldnât be possible to get drunk on this small amount of alcohol.
But clearly, Su Lu underestimated the aftereffects of traditional Chinese rice wine.
Once in the car, Bo Jingshen sat in the passenger seat, lowering the window to get some air.
As she drove away from the science and technology university, before they even left University City, Bo Jingshen turned into a salted fish hanging on the car window, which made Su Lu want to laugh.
âBo Jingshen, have you had too much to drink?â Su Lu asked as she stopped at a red light.
The man in the passenger seat quickly straightened up, bumping his head on the window frame because of the sudden movement, but he seemed unfazed.
Sitting up straight, he spoke clearly, almost with deliberate articulation.
âJust drive, Iâm fine.â
Su Lu looked at his slightly glazed eyes, which had lost their usual deep sharpness and now seemed a bit naive and harmless.
She felt like laughing, yet also a bit pained.
Maybe he had been like this for the past five years, in places she couldnât see, in business and social events, pretending to be sober even when he drank too much.
âAlright, do you feel like throwing up?â Su Luâs voice softened.
Bo Jingshen shook his head honestly, âNot quite yet.â
After saying this, he paused for a few seconds, then realized something was off and frowned again, âI didnât drink too much, whatâs there to puke, just drive.â
Su Lu acknowledged softly and, after leaving University City, didnât head towards the hotel but turned towards the Seaside Highway.
Bo Jingshen didnât notice the route change, and within a few minutes, the man who had been sitting straight turned into a hanging salted fish again, swaying with the sea breezeâ¦