Chapter 1006: Don't Get Drunk From Eating

“Grandfather Pei, I made a little something myself, take a look, if you don’t like it…”

“Is there anything you’ve given that I don’t like?”

Elder Pei opened the box and took out a bow and arrow.

He paused for a moment and said, “You made this?”

“Yes.”

He picked up an arrow, “This too?”

“All of them.”

“Hold on, let me give it a try.”

Elder Pei stood facing the target, drew the bow, and shot an arrow.

His hand trembled slightly, missing the bullseye, but it wasn’t the most centered one.

“My skills are so rusty!”

“You haven’t touched an arrow for a long time, probably just out of practice; consider the first one as trying out the bow, try another.”

Nan Jiaojiao handed him another arrow, which Elder Pei naturally accepted.

This time, it hit right at the bullseye.

Elder Pei laughed heartily, handed the bow and arrow to her, “Your turn, shoot one for Grandpa.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t hesitate, shot an arrow, and squinted, “Oh dear, just out of practice.”

Elder Pei squinted at her.

He could see clearly.

She obviously hit the bullseye, cleverly skewed it just a bit, avoiding touching the arrow Elder Pei shot first, and placed hers below his first shot.

This girl.

Sure, Pei Dongshi says she has low emotional intelligence, but does low emotional intelligence make people happy without making a sound?

“It’s fine, stay with us for a few more days, keep Grandpa company, I’ll teach you.”

“Alright.”

Nan Jiaojiao was about to put the bow and arrow back into the box, but Elder Pei didn’t allow it.

He took it from her and played with it, delighted and unwilling to let go, not allowing anyone else to touch it.

Before lunch, Pei Dongshi’s father called, saying he got caught up with something unexpectedly and couldn’t make it back for lunch, would try to be back earlier in the afternoon.

Gu Qing informed everyone, then called for lunch to start.

There really were quite a few wine-cooked dishes, Gu Qing and Elder Pei kept serving her food with public chopsticks, leaving her no chance to stretch her own chopsticks, her bowl piled up to the point of fullness.

Pei Dongshi, sitting opposite her, served her a bowl of soup.

“Drink less, the soup’s got rice wine too, don’t get drunk.”

Gu Qing glared, “So what if she gets drunk?

It’s not like Jiaojiao doesn’t have a room at home; if she gets drunk, it’s better, I can watch her more.

Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to, wanting to stay outside, always dragging Jiaojiao along.

You’re a thirty-something empty-nester, not looking for anyone yourself, don’t stop Jiaojiao from finding someone.

If others knew you live together, would Jiaojiao’s reputation still hold?”

Pei Dongshi felt his head pounding.

He just couldn’t understand.

In front of others, Gu Qing demonstrated warmth and poise, fitting to be the Pei family’s matriarch, yet privately, her temperament had completely reversed.

A facade in public and letting loose in private.

As a child, Pei Dongshi often suspected his mother had schizophrenia.

He heard somewhere that this illness could be hereditary and secretly went for a mental evaluation, afraid he might also be mentally ill.

Luckily, he has managed to endure over the years; with no outsiders present, what’s the harm in facing a bit of scolding?

He doesn’t mind.

“Mom, don’t think I don’t know, dad won’t let you drink, so you hide it.

How many holes have you dug in your room to stash the wine?

In order to drink openly, you even thought of tampering with the dishes.

Just look, out of ten dishes on the table, six have rice wine, aren’t you ashamed?”

“You know about this?”

Gu Qing’s neck shrank for a second, instantly with an intimidating face warning, “Don’t tell your dad, or else—”