The smell of alcohol in the private room was strong and filled the air, making people drunk even if they didn't drink.
Ximen Lang only took a sip and knew that although the wine was strong, he could adapt to it. He probably drank three jars and five jars without any problem. He grabbed the wine jar and filled it up in the cup in front of Qiao Santai, and also filled it up himself.
, put down the jar, stood up and raised his glass and said
: "Uncle, after I came to country Z, I heard your name for a long time, but I just didn't meet you by chance. I didn't expect to see your true face in Lushan today. I'm honored that you are my father's sworn brother. I respect you."
You have a drink, please drink it first as a token of respect."
Qiao Yuzhi and her daughter had expressions of surprise on their faces. You must know that the concentration of Shaodaozi liquor is too high. Even if you drink it in small sips, you cannot overdose. Ordinary people basically only drink one glass or three liang of wine.
He fell to the ground and fell asleep, but luckily for him, he still kept suffocating. I'm afraid he was overestimating his abilities.
Qiao Yuer said anxiously: "Don't mention it...this wine is definitely not as simple as you think. It has great stamina. You will have to get drunk if you drink this glass of wine."
Ximenlang felt warm in his heart. She finally gave up her prejudice against me and began to accept me! He turned around and smiled brightly, looking at Qiao Yuer's pretty face with affectionate eyes, and said: "It's okay, there's no need to worry about it.
I'm worried."
Seeing that this brat refused to listen to her dissuasion, Qiao Yuer was very stubborn and insisted on going his own way. She regarded her good intentions as a donkey's liver and lungs. She responded angrily: "Then you just drink. If you drink too much, just get under the table. I won't."
Worried about you."
Qiao Yuzhi said with a little worry: "Godson, you must not show off. Drink as much as you can. Don't listen to your uncle's theory of drinking as a hero. Don't drink too much to ruin your health."
Ximenlang smiled and said, "Godmother, don't worry, this little wine can't do anything to me." He brought the wine glass to his mouth, raised his head and drank it all.
Qiao Santai laughed and said: "Good boy, that's good enough!" He picked up the cup and drank the full cup of Shao Knife.
Qiao Yu'er saw that Ximen Lang had drained the wine in his glass, and felt distressed and angry at the same time. When she saw him sitting down, she quickly picked up a chopstick of roasted venison and put it on the plate in front of him, and said angrily: "Look at you... you are really...
If you don’t listen to the advice, what should I do if you drink too much? Hurry up and eat some food to calm down.”
Ximenlang smiled and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the piece of roasted, browned and fragrant venison. He felt it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fat but not greasy. He praised it repeatedly: "It's delicious, it's so delicious!"
A waiter came forward, filled the glasses in front of them with wine, then stepped back, serving them very attentively.
Qiao Santai glanced over, secretly paying attention to Ximen Lang's demeanor, and found that Ximen Lang didn't even blush after drinking a cup of Shaodaozi, looking as if nothing had happened. He smiled and said: "Nephew, it seems that you really follow me.
Brother Xiaofeng has the potential to stay drunk for a thousand cups. Let us drink one. We Northeastern people have a saying at the wine table, which is that the feelings are deep, one mouthful is dull, the feelings are shallow, lick it, I did it, you
Let's see." He raised his glass and walked away again.
Qiao Yuzhi shook her head and smiled bitterly, what's wrong with the elder brother? He was probably too happy to see his brother's child, so he actually told the younger generation about this. Is it wrong?
Qiao Yuer said with some dissatisfaction: "Uncle, what are you doing? What should I do if he drinks too much?"
Qiao Santai said disapprovingly: "What are you afraid of if you drink too much? A man is afraid of getting drunk when he drinks. In that case, he will be too useless."
Ximen Lang nodded in agreement, "What my uncle said makes sense." He raised a glass to accompany him. After the waiter refilled the glass with wine, he picked it up and said, "Then I'll toast to your uncle again."
"Okay." Qiao Santai happily raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
In this way, the two of them drank three glasses of wine in a row, which was nine taels of wine, almost a jar. However, it was far from over. Under the surprised eyes of Qiao Yuzhi, mother and daughter, the two of them frequently raised their glasses and drank.
Without stopping, without knowing it, they each drank three more glasses of wine. Ximen Lang still acted as if nothing had happened, but Qiao Santai had obviously had enough.
Qiao Santai's face turned red, and he asked with a smile: "Eldest nephew, your father married sixteen wives, must have given birth to many children, right?"
Ximen Lang responded with a smile, "Well, there are a lot of them. A common table can't accommodate them when eating. There is also a big age difference. My youngest sister is only three years old this year..." Suddenly, he was surprised to find that Qiao Santai actually had circles under his eyes.
A blush, leaving two lines of clear tears, which surprised him and asked hurriedly: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Qiao Yuzhi looked at her eldest brother's appearance and said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "It's over, he drank too much, and he thought of my miserable little niece again."
Qiao Yuer sighed sadly and said, "Uncle is thinking about sister Ling'er again. He always does this when he drinks too much!"
Qiao Santai stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from his face. Seeing Ximen Lang's confused face, he sighed and said: "Actually, besides Qiao Heng, I have a daughter named Qiao Yu'er. Unfortunately, when she was less than four years old,
Shi suddenly disappeared and has not been heard from since. Her biological mother was greatly hit by this incident. She thought that I joined the underworld and killed too many people and was retribution. So she became a nun and became a monk.
"I'm sorry for my little daughter, I don't know whether she is dead or alive..." Speaking of his sadness, this dignified underworld godfather couldn't help but choke up, and then he beat his chest and stamped his feet and shouted heartbreakingly: "God, God,
Why do you treat me like this... If you don't like me, come after me... Why torture my poor daughter? As long as you return your daughter to me... I am willing to give up everything now..."
"Qiao Ling'er..." Ximen Lang read the name softly and thought, it can't be such a coincidence, right? He hurriedly comforted: "Uncle, don't cry yet, maybe this sister Ling'er is still alive in the world...
…”
Qiao Santai started to cry more and more, "So what if she's alive? I've been looking for her for so many years but I still can't find her... I don't know where she is suffering, my poor daughter..."
Ximen Lang looked at him in surprise, thinking to himself, it must be too scary to cry!
Qiao Yuzhi and her daughter hurriedly came over to persuade him. They took the towel handed by the waiter and wiped away the tears on his face. They also asked the waiter to bring him a night hangover soup and served him to drink it. After a while, his mood gradually eased.
Come down.
Seeing the dumbfounded person on the other side looking over, Qiao Santai regained his senses and said embarrassedly: "My nephew, I made you laugh. I didn't expect that you have such a high drinking capacity and you forced me to drink too much."
Ximenlang said hurriedly: "It's my fault for making my uncle think of sad things. Can I ask how old your little daughter would be if she were still alive?"