The dinner was exquisite, similar to a rice dish topped with a bowl of red tomato sauce, and some green beans and meatballs inside, covered with a bowl of rice, making it look appetizing.
Yang Chen walked over and said, "Tomato mixed vegetable meatball rice. I learned this from a friend before. It whets the appetite; I think you haven't had a good appetite lately, so eat while it's hot!"
After he finished speaking, Yang Chen walked past the dining table and headed towards the sofa.
As Yang Chen walked by, Wei Xueqing frowned because she smelled a pungent odor of alcohol and an unpleasant oily tobacco scent.
This oily tobacco scent was different from the usual subtle sweet scent emanating from Yang Chen, but rather as unpleasant as the oily tobacco scraped from an old cigarette box.
"Did you drink?" Wei Xueqing asked.
Yang Chen sat on the sofa and nodded slightly, "Just had a little."
"Is this just a little? The smell is so strong!" Wei Xueqing was very worried.