The third elder turned around and took a look. When he heard that this was the legendary Qicaozui, not to mention the juniors, even Ling Mofeng and Xunzi elders who worshiped the head of the branch family opened their bellies and took a gulp of sea water.
Robbed.
"Drink slowly, drink slowly." The third elder's face twisted into a bitter melon, and he roared in pain.
"Slow down, why slow down? No matter how slow it is, it will be gone. Last time, you didn't even want to take out your precious son when he got married. Today, the sun came out from the west, and he actually took it out for Chu Xi to catch the wind. I should drink it more slowly. You treat me as me.
Are you stupid?" Ling Chuxi's sixth grandfather grabbed a wine jar from somewhere, took a big gulp, blew his beard and stared.
"Okay, drink, drink, see if it doesn't kill you." The third elder rolled his eyes and said depressedly.
"It doesn't matter whether I drink to death or not, as long as you don't feel distressed to death, it will be fine, hahahaha." Grandpa Six laughed while holding the wine jar.
"I feel bad, I feel bad? Since I am willing to take it out, why do I still feel bad? Drink, let me drink." The third elder was angry and depressed at the same time, so he simply gave up and picked up a wine jar to start drinking. Anyway,
Looking at this situation, these dozens of Qicao Zui can't be saved. They can't take advantage of others.
"Hey, where's the wine? Where's my wine?" The third elder raised his neck, but not a drop of wine fell. Only then did he realize that the jar in his hand was already empty.
"Sorry, I secretly helped you drink it. Anyway, you have plenty at home. Go back and drink it yourself." Ling Mo shook the wine glass in his hand, took a deep breath, and looked intoxicated.
"You...you..." The third elder pointed at Ling Moyou, and his whole body was shaking with anger. He farted a lot. In order to celebrate this time, he took out all the treasures, and there was not a jar left at home. This is
His last Seven Grass Drunk, maybe it was the last Seven Grass Drunkenness in Tianyu. He just drank a small cup. In his depression, he didn't even taste the taste, but he was completely drunk by these guys. He
Can you not be angry?
"Ling Moyou, I will fight with you." The third elder finally understood that Ling Moyou was deliberately teasing himself. If he hadn't told the origin of the wine before, maybe everyone would have kept it for him considering their status.
Half of it, this is good, after being mentioned by him, even Ling Mofeng took the lead and lost face. What else do the other juniors have to worry about.
"Just fight, it's not the first time, you think I'm afraid of you." Before the third elder could take action, Ling Moyou rushed forward with the strength of his wine.
Soon, two old men with white beards in their 70s and 80s were wrestling together like children fighting, shouting and fighting in a lively manner.
Ling Chuxi was dumbfounded. Even though it was a family banquet, she had to take some care of her status. Why did she start a fight like this? What is even more confusing is that you guys just fight. Can you show some expert demeanor?
They were tangled together like two children.
What is even more incomprehensible is that as the head of the family, grandpa did not stop him. The other elders also watched with gusto and cheered the two of them from time to time. Even the juniors did not show any surprise and ate what they should.
Drink what you have to drink.
Ling Chuxi vaguely understood that this was not the first time that she fell in love with these two old men. Not to mention the elders of the Ling family who were the same age as him, even the younger generations were accustomed to it.
Ling Chuxi was relieved. When she saw the third elder and the seventh grandfather wrestling together like children, she didn't think there was anything weird. Instead, she felt inexplicably kind. Looking at the third elder, she didn't feel as hateful as before.