Chapter 1299


    Picking up her chopsticks, she gave Anderson a piece of beef, "Andres, eat up, Grandma''s cooking is


    delicious."


    "Mmmmmm." Anderson took a bite and raved, "Wow, Grandma''s cooking is first ss. So happy,


    Mommy cooks good food, Daddy cooks good food, and Grandma can cook too."


    Cecelia looked at Anderson with a gentle and doting face, feeling particrly happy inside her heart.


    Ever wanted a grandson or granddaughter so badly, and suddenly you have one. Every time I think


    about it, I feel like I can''t believe it. The sufferingsted too long and the happiness came too suddenly.


    She picked up the ss of wine in front of her and took a sip, a light taste, she was too happy today


    and had to drink a little.


    Chris looked at the empty ss of wine in front of Joyce and suddenly said, "Why didn''t cousin pour


    herself a drink? Everyone is drinking, doesn''t cousin drink?"


    Joyce, "..."


    How should she exin it?


    She was so bad at drinking, and crucially, even worse at drinking, that it must have been an


    exaggeration to remember that twice, when she was drunk, she didn''t know what she had done. She


    really did not want to try a third time.


    "Mommy''s not much of a drinker." Anderson interjected at the right time.


    Joyce hurriedly squeezed her eyes towards Anderson, how can she reveal her mommy''s shorings


    in front of outsiders?


    Chris followed up, "I remember my aunt has a very good capacity for alcol, cousin inherited from my


    aunt, should not be bad, tonight is a happy day, how much to drink a little it."


    Joyce is a little difficult, do not drink feel that the past, drink it and fear that they are out of order.


    Luther would have liked to discourage Chris from trying to get Joyce to drink, Joyce''s taste in alcol, he


    knew best.


    He was just about to open his mouth when suddenly, he pursed his thin lips and stopped.


    His dark eyes rolled, he changed his tone from the usual, "Joyce, it''s rare to go home for a reunion, you


    drink a little too."


    After saying that, he took the initiative to pick up the bottle and poured Joyce half a ss of wine.


    Joyce looked at Luther in amazement. He didn''t stop her from drinking? He knew that she would get


    drunk when she drank and would go crazy with alcol. In the past, he did not allow her to drink.


    Luther did not change his face, "Drink less, control yourself, it''s okay."


    The words sounded likefort, but in fact he had other ns in mind.


    "Okay." Joyce reluctantly, since everyone was letting her drink, she would drink a little less. Try to


    control herself.


    "Come on, cheers."


    Cecelia raises her ss.


    The atmosphere was warm and lively as everyone raised their sses and mingled.


    After a few drinks, Chris began to provoke Luther.


    "Mr. Warner, you usually have a lot of social engagements, why don''t you drink anymore? Is that all you


    can drink?"


    Luther was slightly drunk, although he usually socialized, no one dared to fill him with alcol, and he


    usually had someone to help him block the drinks. But in fact, he can drink far better than others think.


    It is not too much to say that a thousand sses can not be drunk.


    Chris, on the other hand, had some unnaturally red cheeks.


    Luther thought to himself, "The way Chris looks, he''s just about at the end of his rope.


    He pretended to stagger to his feet, shook his head hard, pretended he couldn''t see what was in front


    of him, fumbled around for half a day before finding the bottle, then he poured himself a full ss and


    poured Chris another full ss.


    Feigning that he was already drunk, "Drink, who says I only have this amount of alcol. Whoever doesn''t


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    drink today is a grandson."


    If he doesn''t bring Chris down today, hisst name is not Left!