79. Chapter 79 Chapter 0079 Really fucking well written
"Come on,"
The waiter stumbled over and bowed in front of Zhao Qingzhu, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"
"What's the strongest wine here?"
“Of course Yao Niang!”
"Let's have a bowl."
"Have you finished drinking?" Bai Meisheng saw Zhao Qingzhu shouting directly, and said angrily: "Be careful to drink you to death."
"Haha, pretty boy, I can't beat you in a fight. You're really no match for me in this drink. What? Don't believe me? Let's compare?"
Da Chongjiu on the side heard this and quickly stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Qingzhu from under the table. But Zhao Qingzhu didn't care, staring at Bai Meisheng with big eyes, as if you don't dare to be a grandson.
Bai Meisheng smiled calmly, then turned to look at the waiter, "Waiter, go to the five altars first!"
Competing with Bai Meisheng in drinking is just asking for death. His superior swordsmanship is all because he learned it while drunk. The stronger his swordsmanship, the stronger his ability to drink.
The waiter looked at the two of them carefully, then turned around in silence and went to grab the wine.
As soon as the first jar was placed on the wooden table, Zhao Qingzhu couldn't wait to open it and took a big drink.
"good!"
After taking a big sip, Zhao Qingzhu put down the wine jar, stretched out his hand to wipe the traces of wine from the corner of his mouth, and said happily: "It's stronger than Erguotou, I like it!"
"Erguotou?"
Bai Meisheng and Da Chongjiu looked at each other in confusion. What kind of wine is this? Which country is it brewed in?
"Ah ha, I just said it casually, no need to worry about it."
Seeing the confused expressions of the two people, Zhao Qingzhu suddenly felt that living in this continent was not boring at all, and there were many interesting things waiting for him.
"Kang is busy and has a strong nose!"
When the waiter brought up the second jar of wine, Zhao Qingzhu pushed the jar in front of Bai Meisheng, then picked up his own jar and started drinking.
"Kang Maangang? Beibi?"
Which fucking language is this?
Da Chongjiu and Bai Meisheng were even more confused.
After a while of binge drinking, Zhao Qingzhu put down the wine jar, then stood up, and with three points of drunkenness, he jumped on the bench, and read loudly and boldly: "To be proud of life, you must have all the joy, don't let the golden bottle stand in the sky...
If you enjoy slaughtering sheep and cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups..."
"Haha, okay, damn well written... drink!" "Come on,"
The waiter stumbled over and bowed in front of Zhao Qingzhu, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"
"What's the strongest wine here?"
“Of course Yao Niang!”
"Let's have a bowl."
"Have you finished drinking?" Bai Meisheng saw Zhao Qingzhu shouting directly, and said angrily: "Be careful to drink you to death."
"Haha, pretty boy, I can't beat you in a fight. You're really no match for me in this drink. What? Don't believe me? Let's compare?"
Da Chongjiu on the side heard this and quickly stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Qingzhu from under the table. But Zhao Qingzhu didn't care, staring at Bai Meisheng with big eyes, as if you don't dare to be a grandson.
Bai Meisheng smiled calmly, then turned to look at the waiter, "Waiter, go to the five altars first!"
Competing with Bai Meisheng in drinking is just asking for death. His superior swordsmanship is all because he learned it while drunk. The stronger his swordsmanship, the stronger his ability to drink.
The waiter looked at the two of them carefully, then turned around in silence and went to grab the wine.
As soon as the first jar was placed on the wooden table, Zhao Qingzhu couldn't wait to open it and took a big drink.
"good!"
After taking a big sip, Zhao Qingzhu put down the wine jar, stretched out his hand to wipe the traces of wine from the corner of his mouth, and said happily: "It's stronger than Erguotou, I like it!"
"Erguotou?"
Bai Meisheng and Da Chongjiu looked at each other in confusion. What kind of wine is this? Which country is it brewed in?
"Ah ha, I just said it casually, no need to worry about it."
Seeing the confused expressions of the two people, Zhao Qingzhu suddenly felt that living in this continent was not boring at all, and there were many interesting things waiting for him.
"Kang is busy and has a strong nose!"
When the waiter brought up the second jar of wine, Zhao Qingzhu pushed the jar in front of Bai Meisheng, then picked up his own jar and started drinking.
"Kang Maangang? Beibi?"
Which fucking language is this?
Da Chongjiu and Bai Meisheng were even more confused.
After a while of binge drinking, Zhao Qingzhu put down the wine jar, then stood up, and with three points of drunkenness, he jumped on the bench, and read loudly and boldly: "To be proud of life, you must have all the joy, don't let the golden bottle stand in the sky...
If you enjoy slaughtering sheep and cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups..."
"Haha, okay, damn well written... drink!" "Come on,"
The waiter stumbled over and bowed in front of Zhao Qingzhu, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"
"What's the strongest wine here?"
“Of course Yao Niang!”
"Let's have a bowl."
"Have you finished drinking?" Bai Meisheng saw Zhao Qingzhu shouting directly, and said angrily: "Be careful to drink you to death."
"Haha, pretty boy, I can't beat you in a fight. You're really no match for me in this drink. What? Don't believe me? Let's compare?"
Da Chongjiu on the side heard this and quickly stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Qingzhu from under the table. But Zhao Qingzhu didn't care, staring at Bai Meisheng with big eyes, as if you don't dare to be a grandson.
Bai Meisheng smiled calmly, then turned to look at the waiter, "Waiter, go to the five altars first!"
Competing with Bai Meisheng in drinking is just asking for death. His superior swordsmanship is all because he learned it while drunk. The stronger his swordsmanship, the stronger his ability to drink.
The waiter looked at the two of them carefully, then turned around in silence and went to grab the wine.
As soon as the first jar was placed on the wooden table, Zhao Qingzhu couldn't wait to open it and took a big drink.
"good!"
After taking a big sip, Zhao Qingzhu put down the wine jar, stretched out his hand to wipe the traces of wine from the corner of his mouth, and said happily: "It's stronger than Erguotou, I like it!"
"Erguotou?"
Bai Meisheng and Da Chongjiu looked at each other in confusion. What kind of wine is this? Which country is it brewed in?
"Ah ha, I just said it casually, no need to worry about it."
Seeing the confused expressions of the two people, Zhao Qingzhu suddenly felt that living in this continent was not boring at all, and there were many interesting things waiting for him.
"Kang is busy and has a strong nose!"
When the waiter brought up the second jar of wine, Zhao Qingzhu pushed the jar in front of Bai Meisheng, then picked up his own jar and started drinking.
"Kang Maangang? Beibi?"
Which fucking language is this?
Da Chongjiu and Bai Meisheng were even more confused.
After a while of binge drinking, Zhao Qingzhu put down the wine jar, then stood up, and with three points of drunkenness, he jumped on the bench, and read loudly and boldly: "To be proud of life, you must have all the joy, don't let the golden bottle stand in the sky...
If you enjoy slaughtering sheep and cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups..."