Chapter 1299

Chapter 1299

Picking up her chopsticks, she gave Anderson a piece of beef, "Andres,

eat up, Grandma's cooking is delicious."

"Mmmmmm." Anderson took a bite and raved, "Wow, Grandma's

cooking is first class. So happy, Mommy cooks good food, Daddy cooks

good food, and Grandma can cook t00."

Cecelia looked at Anderson with a gentle and doting face, feeling

particularly happy inside her heart.

Ever wanted a grandson or granddaughter so badly, and suddenly you

have one. Every time I think about it, I feel like I can't believe it. The

suffering lasted too long and the happiness came too suddenly.

She picked up the glass of wine in front of her and took a sip, a light

taste, she was too happy today and had to drink a little.

Chris looked at the empty glass of wine in front of Joyce and suddenly

said, "Why didn't cousin pour herself a drink? Everyone is drinking,

doesn't cousin drink?"

Joyce, "..."

How should she explain it?

She was so bad at drinking, and crucially, even worse at drinking, that it

must have been an exaggeration to remember that twice, when she

was drunk, she didn't know what she had done. She really did not want

to try a third time.

"Mommy's not much of a drinker." Anderson interjected at the right

time.

Joyce hurriedly squeezed her eyes towards Anderson, how can she

reveal her mommy's shortcomings in front of outsiders?

Chris followed up, “I remember my aunt has a very good capacity for

alcol, cousin inherited from my aunt, should not be bad, tonight is a

happy day, how much to drink a little it."

Joyce is a little difficult, do not drink feel that the past, drink it and fear

that they are out of order.

Luther would have liked to discourage Chris from trying to get Joyce to

drink, Joyce's taste in alcol, he knew best.

He was just about to open his mouth when suddenly, he pursed his thin

lips and stopped.

His dark eyes rolled, he changed his tone from the usual, "Joyce, it's

rare to go home for a reunion, you drink a little too.”

After saying that, he took the initiative to pick up the bottle and poured

Joyce half a glass of wine.

Joyce looked at Luther in amazement. He didn't stop her from drinking?

He knew that she would get drunk when she drank and would go crazy

with alcol. In the past, he did not allow her to drink.

Luther did not change his face, "Drink less, control yourself, it's okay."

The words sounded like comfort, but in fact he had other plans in mind.

"Okay." Joyce reluctantly, since everyone was letting her drink, she

would drink a little less. Try to control herself.

"Come on, cheers."

Cecelia raises her glass.

The atmosphere was warm and lively as everyone raised their glasses

and mingled.

After a few drinks, Chris began to provoke Luther.

"Mr. Warner, you usually have a lot of social engagements, why don't

you drink anymore? Is that all you can drink?"

Luther was slightly drunk, although he usually socialized, no one dared

to fill him with alcol, and he usually had someone to help him block the

drinks. But in fact, he can drink far better than others think. Itis not too

much to say that a thousand glasses can not be drunk.

Chris, on the other hand, had some unnaturally red cheeks.

Luther thought to himself, "The way Chris looks, he's just about at the

end of his rope.

He pretended to stagger to his feet, shook his head hard, pretended he

couldn't see what was in front of him, fumbled around for half a day

before finding the bottle, then he poured himself a full glass and poured

Chris another full glass.

Feigning that he was already drunk, "Drink, who says I only have this

amount of alcol. Whoever doesn't drink today is a grandson.”

If he doesn't bring Chris down today, his last name is not Left!