Strict Wife Of The '70s Manages The Household

The sweet and sour pork ribs were wonderful to the tastebuds and the meat was soft and tender, full of layered and rich flavours. Lin Lan thought that this was the best serving of sweet and sour pork ribs she had ever made.

Sure enough, as long as she was willing to put her mind to it, there was no such thing as a bad home-cooked dish.

She took a sip of the wine. The intense taste made her smoulder her face as she angled her cup to Xiaowang to tease him, “Kid, want to drink some?”

Xiaowang covered his mouth and smiled, shaking his head.

Sanwang was impatient though, “Mother, let me try it, let me try.”

Lin Lan had made up stories to scare him. There was once an old man who loved to drink, so when his grandson saw him, he dipped his chopsticks into the wine to have the child taste the slightest bit of it. By the time the child was around 3 to 4 years old, he was already drinking wine from the bottle cap.

“As a result, the child became a drunkard. He wasn’t tall and he was rather dense, so he couldn’t get himself a wife.”

The children just laughed as Maisui commented, “Mother, you should just let him have a quick sip. Otherwise, he would think about this for the whole night and wouldn’t be able to sleep.” 𝚋ｅｄｎ𝚘𝚟ｅｌ.ｃｏ𝚖

At this time, Sanwang was the least interested in the concept of marriage, “Why would I want a wife who comes to our house and steals our good food? No, no, I don’t want one.”

Everyone laughed.

Lin Lan, “If I say you can’t drink, then you can’t drink. At the very least, you need to wait till you graduate high school.”

Sanwang counted the amount of years left on his fingers. Upon realising that there were that many years left, he felt that he was never going to have a chance of drinking in this life.

Seeing him behave like that, everyone laughed again.

On the other hand, Lin Lan really couldn’t handle the 48% liquor, so she handed the remaining to Han Qingsong.

Han Qingsong leaned forward, bit onto the rim of her cup and downed the entire thing in one gulp before placing it aside.

Sanwang’s eyes were straightened, looking eager to try.

After the meal, by the time they were done washing up, it was already 9.30 p.m.

Fortunately, there were no lessons tomorrow and there was no homework either.

Sanwang, “Father, do we still have morning exercises tomorrow? It’s a holiday.”

Han Qingsong, “Morning exercises will never be on holiday.”

“Hahaha…” Maisui laughed the loudest.

After the children were all asleep, Lin Lan and Han Qingsong went to bed last.

Han Qingsong was still slightly drunk from all the drinking and his body was hot. He took off his jacket and only wore a sweater underneath.

Because of the strength of the wine on his face, his cheeks were dyed a shade of deep pink. His facial expressions were flushed and his originally deep and dark eyes were smudged by the effects of the alcohol, which made it look like he was about to cry. At this moment, he was leaning on the kang cabinet, looking soft and lazy. Besides, when his small eyes drifted over, he looked extraordinarily provocative… No matter how Lin Lan tried to look at it, he did not resemble the stern and serious Director Han from before.

It was the first time Lin Lan got to see him like this, so she crawled over and reached out to tease him, “Oh, who is this handsome guy, did he enter the wrong door?”