Chapter 273 - Mom, Let’s Open A Winery (A Small Theatre Play Included)
What did he say?
Wifey, it’s time to hold our wedding?
Lu Shaoming looked at the girl’s confused expression. He raised his hand and rubbed her hair. “Why? Don’t you want to walk down the aisle with me and wear your wedding dress?”
Ning Qing’s dainty eyes rippled with joy as she embraced the glazed book he’d just given her. She kept nodding like a woodpecker — yes, yes, yes!
Lu Shaoming laughed and pretended to think. “Hmm, let’s not have a wedding. Didn’t someone just say she doesn’t like me?”
“No, I like, Lu Shaoming! I like you.” Ning Qing tried to explain. Her autumn pupils were bright as she went near him and kissed him again.
Lu Shaoming blocked it with his hand and pinched her dainty little nose. He went near her lips and softly said, “It won’t be as satisfactory kissing now. Let’s wait until the evening. Kiss me well and make me happy. Then, I’ll buy you whatever wedding dress you’d like, whatever jewelry, whatever Chinese or Western wedding you want; I will satisfy you.”
He’s had two fragrances on him since they had met. One time, it was to please her, and the other time, it was because of Zhou Zhilei. Each time, Ning Qing was immediately aware of it.
Ning Qing pulled back her little hand, scrunched up her little nose, and hummed to the man. She said coquettishly, “So you should be careful in the future. My nose is very sharp.”
Lu Shaoming raised his sharp brows, which meant — how dare you?
Yue Wanqing looked at her daughter and son-in-law’s sweet interaction and laughed happily. She drank a mouthful of red wine, then had a second mouthful. Finally, she couldn’t help but praise them. “Qingqing, whose red wine is this that you told me about last time? It tastes pure.”
Ning Qing drank the soup with a small spoon. She glanced sideways at Lu Shaoming and said, “Shaoming, my mother asked whose red wine is this. I am not too familiar with them. You’re the most suitable one to introduce them.”
Lu Shaoming quickly gave her a look that plead for mercy. Firstly, he was afraid that she would overthink it. Secondly, he was more afraid that his mother and father-in-law would misunderstand.
Ning Qing hummed again, then bowed her eyes and drank the soup.
“Mom, this is the wine of Zhou Heng, the king of the winery industry. His red wine is very pure. It had become a global hit in just over 10 years.”
“Mmm,” replied Yue Wanqing, nodding her head. She tasted the red wine carefully again and twisted her eyebrows. “I always felt that this red wine lacked a taste. Lavender is a small purple-blue flower, with a very romantic feeling, but the taste of this wine is weak and not rich enough.”
Lu Shaoming was a little interested. Nobody had ever been able to criticize the Zhou family’s red wine all these years. “Mom, what do you think is missing?”
“Wait.” Yue Wanqing got up and went into the kitchen. She took out a small bottle and poured half a milliliter into the red wine.
Ning Qing wanted to drool when she smelled it. “Mom, you’ve added the Chinese liquor: Er Guo Tou.”
“Yes, this is the oil from the rose petals with dew which I picked in the morning, mixed with Er Guo Tou. Shaoming, have a taste of this after I’ve mixed it like this.” Yue Wanqing poured another cup for Lu Shaoming.
Yue Wanqing was a connoisseur of red wine, but when it comes to wine, Lu Shaoming had the most say.
Growing up in a rich, noble family, he had tasted most of the world’s top red wine. Only a genuine gentleman could discern the real taste of red wine.
Lu Shaoming took a sip, and with admiration, he said, “This kind of alcoholic smell of the Er Guo Tou has stimulated the taste of lavender, making it stronger and richer. Mom, the red wine from the Zhou family is better after you’ve mixed this in. Next time when I meet Mr. Zhou, I will tell him your formula, I wonder what he’ll think about it?”
Yue Wanqin smiled modestly. “Is Mr. Zhou not the king of the world’s winery industry? I’m just a class fool in front of him; it’s alright to not mention it.”
“Mom.” Ning Qing’s little head turned as she came up with an excellent idea. “Mom, shall we open a winery?”
When the words came out, all three were stunned.
Ning Qing’s laughter became more and more brilliant. Her autumn pupils sparkled with bright and touching light. “Mom, let’s open a winery, and later, we will have our grasslands and Winehouse, roses, cherry blossoms, lilies… When we open the doors in the future, we will be welcomed with a sea of flowers. Let’s make our own wine, wine that belongs to the Ning family!”
P.S: A small theatre play included.
When Little Master Lu was two years old, he ran to Xiao Hua’s house, who was his neighbor, to confess his love. “Xiao Hua, I like you, be my girlfriend.”
Xiao Hua looked at Little Master Lu with a disgusted face. “Hey, come back to me when you don’t drool.”
The door closed with a bang.
Little Master Lu wiped the sparkling corner of his mouth and returned home in melancholy. His mother was in the kitchen, and his father was sitting on the living room sofa reading a newspaper. Little Master Lu asked, “Dad, why can’t I stop drooling even though I’m already two?”
Lu Shaoming lifted his head from the newspaper, lifted his sword brows and softly replied, “Ask your mother.”
Little Master Lu placed his hands on his hips and said, “Dad, come on, do you really think I don’t know? That’s because you and Mom always show off your love in front of me, torturing me, a single dog.”