The Strongest Son-in-Law in History
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I'm Pastry's wife.
Pastry got drunk. My parents' home was rather small, so when we came back for the New Year, we rented another place in the neighborhood.
Today, we treated the elders to a meal.
Pastry drank very straightforwardly—the kind who poured drink after drink into himself.
We wrapped up at nine. When I took him home, he was still fairly normal, but after we watched the Spring Festival Gala and returned to where we were staying, he had already puked everywhere—on the floor, on the bed, all over the place.
There definitely won't be an update today.
I wanted to apologize to everyone and wish you all a happy Spring Festival and success in everything!
May you be happy and healthy, safe and blessed.
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