The egg fried rice made by Felix Qiu was still so good. Sterling Bian and Qiu Yan each took a plate and sat at the table under the grape trellis.
Sterling Bian's stomach growled loudly when he smelled the aroma of egg fried rice.
"When will the grapes be available?" Sterling Bian took a mouthful of rice and looked up at the dense grape leaves above his head. No grapes were seen.
"After the summer vacation," Felix Qiu patted another plate of cucumbers and put it on the table, looking at Sterling Bian, "Would you like to drink beer?"
"...Don't drink!" Sterling Bian clicked his tongue, "It's not like you don't know how much I drink. I might be hurt by you after I finish drinking. I don't drink."
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