Chapter 568: Alcohol tolerance

Tang Xiaodong finished the whole bowl of white fungus soup heroically, and then put the bowl heavily on the table!

His cheeks were flushed and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he would spray steam from the top of his head to continue his voyage in the next moment, his expression so serious that Grandpa Qi Lin doubted himself a little.

However, in the next moment, the hero of the voyage leaned backward, his big head leaning against the back of the chair for support, and he actually snored loudly!

Everyone:...

A moment later, everyone laughed out loud.

Professor Song's brows relaxed, his expression proud: "That Xiaodong, just now he insisted on having two with me, but he hasn't even walked yet, and with just that small cup, he couldn't hold it!"

Grandpa Qi Lin sighed, and while thanking Song Youde for refilling the wine for everyone, he looked at his teacher—

How should he put it? It seems the less one can drink, the less one knows about oneself.

Don't look at Professor Song laughing at Tang Xiaodong so happily, his own alcohol tolerance wasn't much better! Especially since he didn't like to sleep when drunk, but instead...

Just as his thoughts drifted, his elbow was gripped by a dry and powerful hand.

Seventh Uncle couldn't help but say: "Open a bottle of that Moutai later. Let's compare and see which wine is better."

Zhou Tianyu:...

"That's what's exciting! One mouthful, and it feels like my throat is being cut open; this one is much milder compared to that!"

"I brewed this wine myself, how could I not know how strong it is? I haven't not drunk stronger wine before!"

After saying that, he giggled foolishly again.

Even though Zhou Tianyu was still tipsy, he couldn't bear it anymore!

Song Tan and the others simply didn't wait for them, and went out for a stroll directly, so they missed this farce.

Zhou Maozhu and Seventh Uncle looked at each other and laughed wildly: "This wine is really strong! Look, just two mouthfuls, and two are already down."

He slapped Song Youde's back with a "slap": "How can you be so capable?"

The two of them couldn't understand, with that four-liang alcohol tolerance, what were they showing off for?

Song Tan saw this and had to persuade: "Stop drinking. I think the after-effect of this wine is quite strong, if it goes wrong, you'll all have to lie down later."

"I'm not drunk." Professor Song tried to open his eyes wide to look at Sister Yanran: "Yan, listen to me! You must study hard. Although this agriculture is hard work, don't worry, with the teacher here, whether you are evaluating titles or applying for funds later, the teacher will help!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but lift his hem to wipe the sweat from his head and face, and then fanned himself vigorously:

Saying that, he also wiped his tears emotionally.

Rent of 4000 a month?

It sounded quite touching, but Teacher, can you turn around and face me?

Zhou Tianyu instantly felt stuffy in his heart.

But Zhou Tianyu didn't know!

However, when they came back from a stroll, they saw everyone lying down, Zhou Tianyu and the others were gone, the excavator guy and Zhang Wangjia were lying on the ground, scattered everywhere.

For a moment, Sister Yanran and Grandpa Qi Lin didn't know whether to be moved or not. What kind of good teacher is this? Yes, living in a field mouse hole, and still worrying about students having no place...

Professor Song was carried out of the door and into the room, then pressed onto the bed to lie down: "I have to go home, otherwise your teacher's wife will make me dig a hole in the field and live with the field mice."

He muttered as he spoke: "Field mouse nests are okay, lots of grain, won't starve... Where's Dong? Tell him not to be lazy and dig me a field mouse hole! Make it big, two bedrooms and two living rooms, it's too small for us to live in..."

"Right, right, right!" Zhou Maozhu became a brainless fan: "Good wine, after-effect, only the first mouthful is a bit stimulating, the rest is smooth!"

The dignity of a drunkard is inviolable. What's more, Seventh Uncle had his reasons:

"Dad, look at this KTV, it's so luxurious! So many people in a small room! Come, come, come, I'll order a song for you—【I have no house, no car, I can only eat instant noodles...】"

And the restaurant side.

He had exercised a bit of alcohol tolerance in the flashy city, but it was only slightly better than Professor Song's. At this moment, holding an empty wine glass, he hugged his father's shoulder and started bragging:

"Nonsense!"

Just about to step forward, he heard Seventh Uncle say: "That ungrateful wolf, I brought him up as my own son, he leaves when he wants—leaves when he wants, tell me, could I not let him leave? He even had to hit back at me, woo woo woo..."

Song Youde then giggled: "Dad, let me tell you, I'm really capable! I've already thought about it, I'm going to rent a house near the company in the second half of the year! Although the rent is 4000 a month, I can sleep an hour more in the morning."

Sister Yanran, who didn't drink, was dumbfounded on the side, and at this moment hurriedly pulled out a tissue to wipe Professor Song's face: "Teacher, you're drunk."

He was tipsy, didn't know what he was saying at all, in fact, they were all working people, who had ever drunk such expensive wine? Three or four hundred was the limit.

No house, no car, eating instant noodles in the front, and drinking wine worth one or two thousand casually now?! He finally knew how that money was spent!

"No! Dad!"

That heat flowed from the middle of the abdomen and spread to the surroundings, as if steaming with infinite heat, opening all the pores of the person, and sweat seeped out drop by drop.

The other party looked at him at this moment, eyes filled with tears: "Xiao Qi, you are a good child! The teacher feels sorry for you! What a smart child! If you really go back to your hometown, wouldn't all this talent be wasted..."

She looked at Sister Yanran and the two of them simply supported Professor Song's arms from left and right: "Teacher, let's go wash your face first, then rest, it's very late, the sky is dark."

The two of them could still hold on, but others couldn't.

With the alcohol going to his head, Zhou Maozhu didn't have any reluctance, and instead agreed in one mouthful: "Okay!"

Seventh Uncle was also very proud: "That's it, my craftsmanship!"

He only saw his son say familiarly: "I'm booking the place today, everyone eat and drink as you please—"

"Tianyu, can't drink, don't drink anymore! I'll ask your mom to help you back first."

"I haven't drunk such good wine in so many years—I'm afraid it's even stronger than the few bottles of Moutai that Zhu sent me!"

Qi Tingyue tried to stand straight, her expression serious: "I just closed a big deal today, waiter! Let's finish this bottle of 1899 red wine! Drink!"

Zhou Tianyu felt very ashamed, and seeing his son tipsy, he hurriedly persuaded him:

Grandpa Qi Lin:... Forget it, this alcohol tolerance is even worse.

The two supported each other, very harmonious, and at this moment they touched glasses happily again, and then drank it in one mouthful!

For example, Song Youde.

"It's dark..."

Grandpa Qi Lin:...

Seventh Uncle had tears in his eyes, crying softly to Zhou Maozhu, making the little guy's heart skip a beat!

So much so that even though the air conditioning was on, they still felt like they were in a furnace.

Men have no sense of time when drinking.

"Hey, it's hot. This wine is too hot." ===== CHAPTER 569 =====