"GULP!"
"GULP!"
Two successive gulps of what sounded like water were chilling to hear.
Another full cup of white liquor had been poured into Huai Xu's stomach.
He smacked his lips and glanced at Second Uncle before whispering to Zhou Li, "It's so bitter, not as good as the one made from wheat. Do you know what they make this stuff with?"
"Sorghum and wheat."
"No wonder it tastes awful. It's made from sorghum! Back in the day, if we had wheat flour, who would eat that stuff?"
"Drink less."
"You also noticed Brother Nan's Second Uncle can't handle his liquor anymore? HEHEHEHE!" Huai Xu grinned and continued whispering, "That'll teach him to bully you!"
"..."
Second Uncle truly couldn't handle it.
After dinner, he sat in front of the television for a while, then staggered upstairs to his room, bumping into tables and chairs, making them CLATTER loudly.
