However, this thought only lasted for a moment in Zhou Tianyu's mind. Soon, he followed the crowd's lead and buried his head in his meal.
This one is delicious, that one is delicious too!
Why do I feel half full even though I haven’t eaten much
No, no, slow down a bit, eat slowly, savor it carefully...
Before he could figure out the answer, he saw his seventh cousin and Song Youde exchange a glance, then looked around and asked courteously, "Have you almost finished your meal?"
What
Zhou Tianyu still had rice in his bowl. His cheeks were puffed up at the moment. He looked around in panic: How come he had almost finished eating? He was only half full. How could he still eat
However, when looking more closely, he saw that the group of men were looking at Song Tan with expectant eyes.
And what about Song Tan
She put down the clapper steadily and nodded with satisfaction:
"Okay, as long as you don't drink on an empty stomach."
After saying that, he turned around, walked out of the restaurant, and ran upstairs.
What are you doing? Get some wine!
Not all the wine was stored in the cellar today. An extra 20 kilograms was packaged and stored away.
However, they are all placed on Song Tan’s floor.
—You have to let it go!
Just the aroma of the wine made several people drool with greed as soon as it came out. If she really let her seventh cousin put it in the kitchen or utility room as usual, everyone, including her seventh cousin, would steal the wine and get drunk this afternoon without having to wait until tomorrow!
Isn't this a delay in work
Therefore, after the wine was packaged, Song Tan took it away.
Otherwise, who would eat obediently at this moment
She moved quickly, but everyone in the restaurant felt like they were living a year. Even Tang Xiaodong looked eagerly at the door, which made Yan Ran wonder, "Don't you have two kilograms? If you are so greedy, why didn't you drink in the afternoon?"
At that time she was helping to turn over and dry the tea leaves, and she didn't notice how the wine was hidden. Anyway, she carried her two bottles upstairs.
Tang Xiaodong stared at the door without moving his eyes, but his voice was sad:
"I was afraid that I couldn't help it and would finish it myself. So I asked Song Tan to put it away first. She promised me that she would take it out and send it away when the courier arrives tomorrow afternoon."
Then he looked at Qi Lin again: "Alcohol damages the brain, you shouldn't drink tonight, right?"
Qi Lin solemnly put down the kuaizi, then wiped his mouth steadily, straightened his posture, and said slowly: "This is real grain wine, not mixed with inferior alcohol. Drinking it properly can promote blood circulation. I should try it."
Tang Xiaodong: … You have a say whether you want to drink or not! Why don’t you just say you want to drink
He snorted and wanted to see who would lie down first tonight, but then he remembered that Qi Lin had said before that he could do half a catty at the age of ten...
After a brief pause, he turned around decisively and smiled at Professor Song: "Teacher, tonight we have to go one by one!"
"Okay, okay! Xiaodong, please don't drink less than me!"
"That's not possible!" Tang Xiaodong was full of confidence and had no idea at all.
Professor Song was the one who was really looking forward to it. He pricked up his ears and heard the sound of Song Tan coming down the stairs. He also saw her figure appearing at the window. He was so excited that he immediately imitated Qi Lin, straightened his posture, and sat down to wait for the wine.
To paraphrase Yan Ran: Such good wine deserves a sense of ritual!
…
Zhou Maozhu was not that greedy originally.
After all, when you are a guest in someone's home, you have to be a little reserved.
Besides, he didn't know how good the wine was. But seeing how everyone was looking forward to it, he even started to get nervous unconsciously.
Then he looked at his son who was eating voraciously, and pushed him angrily, "Still eating! If you eat more, your belly will be full. How are you going to drink later?"
Zhou Tianyu looked up and saw the mineral water bottles that Song Tan was holding.
It is just an ordinary plastic bottle, which looks not classy at all. No matter how good the wine is, it will not make people feel excited.
Besides, the meal is so delicious, his dad is really something!
Isn't it like picking up sesame seeds and throwing away watermelons just to drink instead of eating a full meal
Until Song Tan unscrewed the lid, and then Song Youde took the bottle impatiently—
First, I poured half a cup into Grandpa Wu Jianguo’s cup.
The moment the transparent wine was slowly poured in, the cold yet lingering aroma of the wine invaded the entire space inch by inch. All of a sudden, everyone became uneasy in their seats, so much so that Zhou Tianyu also stood up in a daze, holding the cup in both hands with a pious look.
But what he was thinking in his mind was: The sesame seeds his father picked up, maybe they fell from the Peach Banquet
At this moment, he was holding the half cup of white wine in his hand, hesitating and reluctant to take a sip.
Song Youde really didn't lose too much.
A mineral water bottle is 500 ml, which can be converted into wine, and a full bottle is only eight taels.
With so many people here, he only poured half a cup for each person.
He looked at the two bottles on the cabinet behind him, gritted his teeth and raised his glass: "Come on, come on, let's not talk about anything else, let's drink one first!"
After saying that, he couldn't wait to pick up the wine glass and take a deep sniff, then raised his head and took a sip -
The next moment, he took away the wine glass and made a sound with his teeth bared:
"Hiss—ha—"
Looking around, almost all the people drinking have this painful mask:
"This wine—this wine is too strong! It tastes spicy!"
It was really spicy, not at all as smooth as they had imagined.
However, the painful expression only appeared for a moment, and then everyone's brows relaxed, and they felt the lingering aftertaste of the stimulation, which was soft and smooth, and sweet in the throat, with a cold aroma of wine in their throats!
How do I describe this
Even my seventh cousin, who has seen the most, is speechless!
They just sighed and said, "Good wine! Come on, let's have another one!"
There was no need for rock-paper-scissors, no need to refuse or argue that they couldn't drink more, the men holding the cups all took another sip with care.
The strange thing is that the strong liquor still stimulated them, but they no longer made that grimace expression, as if they had gradually gotten used to it...
And then another bite!
Well! Each person only had half a cup, and after three sips, the wine was already empty. Song Youde looked at the glass with heartache, but in the end he couldn't help but turn around and touch the second bottle.
"Don't worry, don't worry!" Song Tan advised, "This wine has a high alcohol content and is strong. Can you handle it?"
"And grandpa, you've just gotten better, you can't drink anymore!"
It was a bolt from the blue to see my grandpa in a wheelchair!
"I just have difficulty walking, not stomach problems, so why can't I drink?"
Qi Lin also looked at Tang Xiaodong on the side: "Didn't you only have three bottles of beer? Is it still okay now?"
Tang Xiaodong's face flushed red, and his whole body seemed like a red boiler, and his words were sonorous: "Good wine! I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"
Qi Lin: …
He stared at it silently for a while, then suddenly picked up a bowl of Tremella soup and handed it over:
"Come on, do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Xiaodong tilted his head back and drank the soup!