This choice is not easy to make. Zeng Zhi ate a bite of the bun, then took another sip of soy milk, smiled and showed his eight white teeth, and said to the two: "Can't I eat and drink?"

"What a greedy guy!" The two girls shouted out their hearts at the same time.

Zeng Zhi smiled and thought to himself that I not only want to drink porridge and buns, but also drink milk, soy milk, juice, beer and coffee. As for what I want to eat, there are more things.

"Beauties are like delicious food, of course, more and more will make you better..." Zeng Zhiru thought to himself.

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However, when he thought about it, the expression on his face became a little more obscene. When the two girls saw it, they felt that Zeng Zhi was now expecting to be beaten, and he seemed to rush up to use violent means to him.

Dong Yue rarely had a tacit understanding with Yuan Ling. The two girls looked at each other and smiled, but they pouted quickly. After all, the knot in the morning had not been removed.

Dong Yue has always suspected that Yuan Ling ran to Zeng Zhi's room to sleep last night, so naturally she could not give up on her past grudges.

But when she was following Zeng Zhi, she found that he placed the red sandalwood needle box on the dining table. She thought to herself that this needle box gave Yuan Ling the excuse to go to Zeng Zhige's room last night, so she said unhappily: "Brother Zeng Zhi, why do you always carry this box? How can it be so hindered?"

Zeng Zhi said, "I have always brought it with me? Didn't I find out that Yuan Ling took me this box last night? I planned to put the box in the study next to me later."

When Yuan Ling saw the hard red sandalwood needle box, the expression on her face became a little unnatural. She could easily recall the shameful scene when she was with Zeng Zhi last night. Although she was deliberately trying to tease Zeng Zhi, the fire-playing person burned her own fire. Instead, she was tortured by Zeng Zhi for a whole night. When she woke up in the morning, she was still wearing two big dark circles. Now she is a little better.

Thinking of Xiao Zeng, who was as hard as the rosewood needle box, Yuan Ling felt a little itchy in her heart, and she felt an indescribable feeling of discomfort. She really wanted to hug Zeng Zhi in her arms.

"Oh, that's right." Dong Yue nodded, reached out and held the glass that had been high from the side. It was full of water. He handed it to Zeng Zhi, who was eating buns, and said with concern: "Brother Zeng Zhi, come and drink some water, be careful not to choke."

Zeng Zhi took the cup from Dong Yue's hand and felt very comfortable. He tilted his neck and poured half a cup down.

As a result, he felt a scorching flame churn out of his throat. He couldn't help but spit out all the things he had drunk. Then he realized that what he had drunk was not boiled water, but white wine.

Zeng Zhi knew that he was cheated by his father again, so he must have woken up in the morning and drank again.

But it seems that he was discovered by his mother, and then he left the uncooked one on the table, but unexpectedly he cheated himself.

After being irritated by the white wine, Zeng Zhi was choked and coughed, almost coughing out tears. He said with some discomfort: "Cough cough cough... Damn, it's white wine!"

Yuan Ling hurried over and kept patting Zeng Zhi on the back and chest, caring for him.

However, Zeng Zhi was choked by the white wine, and he felt a sense of tears flowing. He couldn't speak and felt very uncomfortable.

The wine sprayed from Zeng Zhi sprinkled on the dining table, and Yuan Ling was busy rushing over the remaining wine in the glass. The white wine on the entire table was flowing everywhere, soaking the tablecloth.

There were still many things on the dining table, but the two girls didn't care about these things anymore and surrounded Zeng Zhi and asked him nervously about his situation.

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After a long time, Zeng Zhi recovered, drank some porridge, cleaned his throat, and said with a little discouragement: "My father must have been discovered by his mother when he drank in the morning. He didn't drink it well. He left it on this table, but he cheated me. It's so shameless!"

Dong Yue said embarrassedly: "Brother Zeng Zhi, I'm sorry, I don't know it's white wine... I thought it was boiled water..."

"Why don't you taste the things you gave to Brother Zeng Zhi first?" Yuan Ling said complainingly.

Dong Yue also felt very embarrassed. He never thought that the glass was not water but wine. How could the difference be seen on the surface? In addition, the aroma of the food on the dining table has covered the taste of the liquor. If you don’t taste it yourself, you really don’t know that the glass is made of liquor.

So Dong Yue looked at the culprit's cup with some anger, and the cup had already been knocked over.

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Huh? Dong Yue suddenly discovered a problem, that was, the red sandalwood needle box that Zeng Zhi took was soaked in wine, and the blood-red color oozed out, dyeing the snow-white tablecloth red!

"What's going on? Why is this happening?!" Dong Yue pointed at the needle box on the desktop in surprise and the blood oozing out, and asked Zeng Zhi and Yuan Ling.

Yuan Ling was shocked when she saw the situation on the desktop. With a scream, she crawled into Zeng Zhi's arms.

Dong Yue was suddenly very jealous and thought to himself that they must have an affair, otherwise how could they suddenly become so close?

So she also ran to Zeng Zhi, took one of Zeng Zhi's arms, and hugged them tightly in her arms.

Zeng Zhi was suddenly a little embarrassed. If a beautiful woman threw herself into her arms, it would be a big deal. However, two big beauties with conflicts with each other threw themselves into her arms at the same time, which would be a problem, at least a trouble.

"Let me see what's going on." Zeng Zhi finally broke free from Yuan Ling and Dong Yue's pink arms and legs, carefully picked up the needle box, and immediately found blood-like red and purple marks in the wine on the table.

What's going on? Zeng Zhi thought about it for a while and then he understood.

To identify the authenticity of rosewood, we rely on alcohol. Generally, we use a cotton ball to dip some alcohol and then gently rub it on the surface of rosewood. If the cotton ball turns purple-red, then it is real rosewood, or soak the wood chips of rosewood in alcohol. If there are blood-red silk strips at the end, it means that this is real rosewood.

Of course, this is the method of identifying old rosewood. If it is new rosewood, the old rosewood that will fade when soaked in water will not fade in water.
Chapter completed!