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Chapter 169 - My brother-in-law

Previously, Wen Chi had said that he wanted to treat his brother-in-law to a meal to repay his kindness, and he had really kept this matter in mind. Furthermore, he had Fu Nanli's number and had contacted him privately.

Wen Chi would earn some extra income when he played in competitions. He basically didn't need his family to give him living expenses, but it was indeed quite limited.

For the first time in his life, Fu Nanli received an invitation to 'eat at a small stir-fry shop by the street'.

In the courtyard house, Wen Qiao massaged her temples helplessly. You really sent a message to Fu Nanli? "

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Invite him to 'Four Seasons Restaurant'?"

"Yes, the taste of his restaurant is the best in our area."

Wen Qiao:

"What did he say?"

brother-in-law agreed so readily. It's so refreshing.

On Saturday, at 7 pm, Wen Qiao coaxed her mother to go to uncle Ji's house for dinner, then brought her two younger brothers to Four Seasons Restaurant.

The restaurant was quite clean and business was good. Wen Qiao and the others were seated in the innermost area, and there was a lot of noise around them. She glanced at the man sitting beside her from time to time.

His high-end custom-made suit was out of place in this cheap little stir-fry shop, but his expression was calm. He held her hand under the table, not showing it on his face.

Wen Chi was ordering when he said to Fu Nanli, " brother-in-law, the owner of this shop has a good relationship with me. The mutton was shipped from the Northwest today. It was killed on the spot, and I guarantee it's fresh.

Fu Nanli felt that it was fresh. In the past, he had only heard of 'Arctic shells air-flown from Japan' or 'snow crabs air-flown from Australia'. He had never heard of' mutton air-flown from the Northwest'.

Wen Qiao kicked Wen Chi under the table. "If you want to order, just order. Don't show off."

"How am I showing off?" Wen Chi mumbled.

Fu Nanli held her hand tightly. you're a little too strict with your younger brother.

brother-in-law! Wen Chi was suddenly invigorated. brother-in-law, you're my blood-related brother-in-law.

Wen Qiao was really speechless.

Wen Chi passed the menu to Fu Nanli. brother-in-law, I ordered a few hard dishes, lamb hotpot, black pepper beef, and earth-cooked chicken. See if you want anything else.

I'm fine. Fu Nanli had a smile on his face. you can make the decision.

"Brother-in-law is very approachable." Wen Chi looked at his sister.

Wen Qiao had nothing to say to him. hurry up.

"Brother-in-law, do you drink beer?"

"Sure."

Wen Qiao glanced at Wen Chi. you're still underage. You're not allowed to drink.

Wen Chi felt wronged. I'm inviting someone else. How can I not drink? "

Fu Nanli pressed down on Wen Qiao's hand. let him have a drink. Beer's fine.

"Only one glass," Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief.

"So brother-in-law's words are so useful," Wen Chi exclaimed.

Just two bottles of beer were served. Wen Chi skillfully used his chopsticks to open the beer bottle cap. Wen Qiao gritted her teeth."How can you be so skilled? Do you often drink with sheberdinghai?"

Wen Chi's movements paused. how can that be? I've never eaten pork before, but I've never seen a pig run.

Wen Qiao gave him a sharp look, her eyes saying,'just you wait, I'll deal with you when we get home'. Wen Chi's back was sweating.

This meal was quite enjoyable.

When Fu Nanli held the ordinary glass cup from the stir-fry shop by the street in his hand, he instantly felt that it was much more high-end.

Wen Qiao was a little worried, so she leaned close to his ear a few times and whispered, " "Are you used to this?"

Wen Qiao had eaten with him at Xiaotang mountain a few times, and all of them were high-quality ingredients. He was afraid that this young master wouldn't be used to the food here.

Fu Nanli pressed down on her hand under the table, consoling her in a soft voice, " "I'm used to it,"

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