After Being an Improper Control Group as an Abandoned Wealthy Wife, She Effortlessly Came Out on Top - #340 - Chapter 340: Fix the wine table culture?
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Chapter 340: Rectify the wine table culture?
Originally, they stood up to smooth things over for Meng Chuyuan. They thought they couldn’t drink tea, so they would switch to juice, but they heard Meng Chuyuan say boiled water!
“…” At this time, no one could answer the question.
Lu Qingye turned his head and looked at Meng Chuyuan, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He frowned slightly, as if he couldn’t believe the answer he just heard, and asked doubtfully: “Boiled water?”
He seemed to be sending a message to Meng Chuyuan with his eyes: Are you sure?
Meng Chuyuan and Lu Qingye looked at each other. She did not avoid others and communicated with everyone at a normal volume: “Is there any problem?”
Lu Qingye: “…”
Of course he has no problem, he is just worried that doing so will cause dissatisfaction among everyone present.
There was also a waiter serving dishes in the room. He noticed that the guests were silent and subconsciously picked up the dishes in his hands gently without daring to make any noise.
Jiang Yi saw that the atmosphere was not right, he smiled and said hurriedly: “Boiled water is good… it warms the body, stomach and heart!”
“Well, boiled water is good.” Lu Quanyu observed silently for a long time and finally spoke, giving Xia Dong a look, “Old Xia.”
Lu Quanyu has already spoken, so they have to give him this face.
Xia Dong had a dark face, waved his hand, and looked up at the waiter: “Remove the wine and replace it with boiled water.”
The waiter seemed to be immersed in the previous scene and did not react in time. When she heard that the wine was removed, she calmed down and said, “…Okay, wait a moment.”
The two waiters left the box one after another and couldn’t help but discuss quietly in the corridor:
“The boss I met for the first time to socialize actually agreed to change the wine to plain water…”
Another waiter said: “You’re kidding…that’s Meng Chuyuan!” Meng Chuyuan was the only one who dared to propose changing the wine to boiled water.
“She is so courageous. She refuses to drink in front of so many people and even tries to persuade others to drink. I am almost obsessed with her.”
“Isn’t Sister Meng here to rectify the banquet culture?”
…
In the private room, after resolving the awkward situation just now, calm finally returned.
“It’s a pity that these are the dishes that go with the wine.” After the waiter took out the wine, Xia Dong felt gloomy. He picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.
“Isn’t it good to drink less?” Director Ying was quite open-minded and optimistically comforted Director Xia: “Logically, we have to thank the little girl, this meal helped us save a lot of money. .”
Xia Dong snorted coldly and said with some dissatisfaction: “How much money will I be short of?”
Meng Chuyuan did not let his dissatisfaction affect his mood, “Uncle Xia, I am also thinking about your health.”
Having hit a wall with Meng Chuyuan, Xia Dong stopped talking to her.
Since some of the dishes were not served yet, everyone did not move their chopsticks very much and were mostly chatting. Ying Dong felt a little bored and wanted to smoke a cigarette to relieve his boredom.
Ying Dong: “Old Xia, please lend me a fire.”
Xia Dong placed the lighter in front of him on the rotating disk, and soon it was in Ying Dong’s hand.
Ying Dong reached out to pick up the lighter on the table, and when he was about to light it, Meng Chuyuan stopped him: “Uncle Ying, we are still indoors, why don’t you smoke less?”
Ying Dong stared at the ashtray in front of him and tapped the countertop with his hand, trying to attract Meng Chuyuan’s attention. When she looked over, he said, “Smoking is not prohibited.”
“But Uncle Ying, I’m still here.” Meng Chuyuan said politely with a smile on his face: “I don’t smoke second-hand smoke.”
(End of this chapter)