C275 Alcohol Anesthesia

"Zhiwei, help me get some more brine. It's not too salty." said Willow.

"Oh …" "Alright." Lee Zhiwei glanced at Yang Yang awkwardly. Yang Yang lowered her head, unable to swallow the noodles in her mouth.

"Cousin, please eat it. The noodles made by Zhiwei are the most delicious."

"Oh, okay …" Yang Yang agreed, but the chopsticks and bowl in her hand were nowhere to be found