At dinner, the chef had meticulously prepared a table full of good dishes. Guo Jinchen, who hadn't seen his friends for a long time, raised his glass, calling them over.
Yu Xiao'ai, eating steamed pork, asked worriedly, "He won't get too drunk tonight, will he? I really don't want to see him acting like a drunk fool."
Sitting next to her was Han Meiya, who had just flown back from abroad today and was dealing with jet lag, having been napping upstairs before.
Covering her mouth, she yawned and said, "You eat your food, let him do his thing. If he gets too drunk, he can just stay over here."
Yu Xiao'ai responded with an "Oh," then turned to see Meiya nodding off with her chopsticks raised, and said, "Why don't you go upstairs and sleep? Come down to eat after you've rested."
Han Meiya raised her eyelids slightly, "But I'm so hungry."
Yu Xiao'ai picked up a chicken wing for her, "Then eat quickly. After you finish, go get some sleep."