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Chapter 442 Speaking Out, Lin An's Wrap-up Party
Thinking of something, Que Lu gestured for the child to open his mouth, "Come on, open your mouth, ah..."

The child sat against the headboard, tilting his head back slightly and opening his mouth wide, "Ah..."

A hint of surprise immediately appeared in Que Lu's eyes.

Although the voice was a little soft and hoarse, it was indeed made.

The child was clearly stunned, and opened his mouth again in disbelief, his voice hoarse: "Big, brother, brother!"

Li Chengxiao reached out and touched his fluffy, messy little head as he slept.

Que Lu examined the child's throat again and exclaimed in surprise, "Not only his body, but his throat is recovering faster than I expected."

Li Chengxiao had just removed his hand from the child's head when he heard this, and subconsciously touched his chest.

Only he himself knows why he and the child recovered so quickly after their injuries.

I just don't know how long this secret will remain hidden.

The two medical fanatics became completely engrossed in researching why the child's body could suddenly self-repair, and why the repair speed was so fast.

Fortunately, despite the research, their communication with the children remained unaffected, although the speed of communication was indeed a bit slow.

After all, children are at most seven or eight years old, and their cognitive abilities are not yet fully developed. Even if they have seen some things, it is still quite difficult for them to express them and have them fully understood by adults.

However difficult it may be, this communication must be done. The more they understand Lan Palace, the less danger they will face when they go in to probe.

Even the usually lazy Que Zhiyun was much more serious and attentive to this matter than usual.

After all, it was her parents who were going to Tanlan Palace this time!

With the arrival of Que Bingchen and Zhu Heng, and the awakening of the child, the courtyard was suddenly transformed from its usual leisurely pace into a bustling hub of activity.

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Jiang Hanying was also very busy, but she was busy eating.

After nearly a week of intensive filming, Lin An's character, Mo Huaifeng, finally met his end and wrapped up filming.

Considering that although his character wasn't exactly the main character, he still had quite a few scenes with the main cast, and he had even been personally greeted by President Li of Qingli Entertainment, the director secretly wanted to do Li Zhi a favor. So he simply threw him a small wrap party, the kind only the main cast and crew members attended, a total of about twenty people, filling a private room, and they ate hot pot.

Although the main character of this wrap party was rather annoying, there was delicious food to eat, including a big cake and hot pot. More importantly, she didn't have to pay for it herself, so Jiang Hanying went along without hesitation.

Many restaurants in Queshan are open 24 hours a day. After all, the most common profession in this area is acting. The biggest characteristic of acting is that the working hours are irregular, so they eat whenever they have free time, regardless of the time. It is not uncommon for people to come out to eat in the middle of the night when they feel hungry.

They finished filming their last night scene at around 9 p.m., and by the time they got to the restaurant, it was already 10 p.m. The restaurant was packed, both in the main hall and the private rooms.

If the director hadn't booked a private room in advance, we might have had to wait for a table when we arrived.

After arriving at the private room and sitting down smoothly, the hot pot stove and various meat and vegetable ingredients were quickly delivered.

This is also why we choose to eat hot pot late at night. The food is served quickly; it's basically just washed, chopped, plated, and served. Guests can cook and eat as they please, and their mouths are free while cooking, making it convenient to talk.

Jiang Hanying picked up a plate of beef rolls from the pot in front of her and put it into the bubbling hot pot. Just then, the director sitting opposite her stood up with a cup in his hand and said, "Come on, everyone, let's have a drink to celebrate Lin Mu's successful wrap-up!"

Everyone else stood up as well.

Jiang Hanying took the cup handed to her by Yun Fan, who was sitting next to her, and stood up. She touched the cup with everyone in the air, and without even looking at what drink Yun Fan poured into her cup, she tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp. She then hurriedly sat down and started scooping the beef rolls from her pot.

If the meat is overcooked, it won't taste very good!
As the main character at the wrap party, Lin An sat right next to the director. After finishing a full glass of beer, he put down his glass and saw someone already eagerly digging into the food, sticking out their tongue from the spiciness. Lin An couldn't help but smile.

Jiang Hanying didn't notice the gaze directed at her from the other side at all. While muttering to herself, she quickly picked up the 'drink' beside her and poured herself another full cup.

A sip of ice-cold beer instantly relieved the spiciness in her mouth, with a hint of sweetness. Jiang Hanying immediately felt that she could do it again.

With each bite of beef and mutton coated in chili oil and a sip of ice-cold beer, Jiang Hanying ate with great relish, unaware that several empty beer bottles had already been placed behind her.

It was Yun Fan who noticed something was wrong. Just as Jiang Hanying picked up her glass again to take a sip to relieve the spiciness, Yun Fan quickly stopped her hand. "Hanying, you've already drunk several bottles of beer. Even if the alcohol content is low, you'll still get drunk if you drink too much. Why don't you stop here?"

Beer is different from liquor and wine. The first sip may taste bitter and unpleasant, but it often gets more and more intoxicating, and it's easier to accidentally drink too much than liquor.

When asked, she said she had done something like that before, and almost fell asleep on the curb.

I never dared to drink too much again after that.

"Alcohol? Didn't I just drink a beverage?"

Yun Fan: "..."

Damn drink!
Looking at the person in front of her who couldn't even tell the difference between beer and soft drinks, Yun Fan rubbed her forehead. "You've been drinking beer from the very beginning, okay?!"

"impossible."

"What's impossible?"

"The wine isn't good," Jiang Hanying frowned at Yun Fan, "but the one I'm drinking tastes pretty good."

She remembered it clearly: her cheap master had said that wine was awful and he didn't like it, so Jian disliked it even more.

Yun Fan was speechless for two seconds: "What you're talking about is baijiu, this is beer. Never mind," she was too lazy to explain the difference between the two. The key point was that the person in front of her didn't even stop talking while putting meat into her pot. Her movements were so quick. If she kept arguing about this, she wouldn't get any to eat. "I'm just asking you, how many is this?"

Jiang Hanying scooped up the cooked meat and glanced at it casually, "Three."

Yun Fan withdrew the three fingers she had extended, relieved. Good thing she wasn't drunk; it seems her alcohol tolerance is quite good.

After a while, the effects of the beer finally began to show, and Jiang Hanying put down her chopsticks and got up.

Hearing the noise, Yun Fan turned her head and asked, "Where are you going?"

"To the restroom."

Seeing that she walked smoothly towards the door of the private room, Yun Fan swallowed back the words of accompanying her, and said, "Go quickly and come back quickly."

Jiang Hanying hummed in agreement, opened the door, and went out.

The restroom was at one end of the corridor. She walked there and had to wait in line for a few minutes because there were quite a few people using the restroom.

After relieving herself of the water, she washed her hands, grabbed a tissue, and started walking back. Just a few more steps ahead was the private room where they had eaten, but Jiang Hanying stopped and turned to look at the closed door of the next private room.

The air in the hot pot restaurant was thick with the aroma of hot pot, even in the corridor. But at this moment, a fresh, metallic smell of blood mingled with the strong hot pot smell, lingering around her nose.

Pulling the mask down further made the smell even more noticeable.