Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 606 - Chapter 606 606. Qianbei Budao_1

Chapter 606: 606. Qianbei Budao_1 Chapter 606: 606. Qianbei Budao_1 However, this thought only existed in Zhou Tianyu’s mind for a brief instant. Soon, he, too, followed everyone’s lead and buried his head, huffing and puffing as he ate his meal.

This is delicious, and that’s delicious too!

How come I don’t feel like I’ve eaten much, yet I already feel halfway full?

No, no, I need to slow down, eat slower, and savor the food…

Before he could really savor anything, he saw Seventh Uncle and Song Youde exchange glances, then look around and ask attentively, “Are we all almost done eating?”

What?

Zhou Tianyu still had rice in his bowl, and at this moment, with his cheeks puffed out, he looked around in panic: How could we be almost done? I’m only half full, I can still eat!

However, upon closer inspection, he saw a group of burly men looking expectantly not at the food, but at Song Tan.

And Song Tan?

She calmly set down her chopsticks, nodded contently, and said:

“Ok, as long as we’re not drinking on an empty stomach.”

Having said that, she turned and left the dining room in a hurry, then ran upstairs.

What for? To fetch the wine!

Not all of the wine that was put into storage today was accounted for; an extra 20 kilograms had been set aside for later use.

But, of course, they were all stored on Song Tan’s floor.

–They had to be! With the wine’s tempting fragrance, just after it was distilled, several of us were practically drooling; if she had really allowed Seventh Uncle to store it in the kitchen or utility room as usual, no need to wait till tomorrow, by this afternoon everyone including Seventh Uncle would be pilfering and passing out drunk!

Wouldn’t that be a delay in work?

So, after the wine was divided up, Song Tan took it all with her.

Otherwise, who would still be eating their meal obediently at this point?

Her movements were swift, but those left in the dining room felt as if time dragged on forever. Even Tai Xiaodong stared eagerly towards the door. Yan Ran couldn’t help but wonder, “I thought you had two jin yourself? Are you really that eager? Didn’t you drink this afternoon?”

She had been helping with the tea leaves at the time and hadn’t paid attention to how the wine was hidden, but she knew her two bottles had been taken upstairs.

Tai Xiaodong, fixated on the door without even a sideways glance, said with a tone of regret:

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold myself back and will end up drinking it all by myself. So I also asked Song Tan to set it aside. She promised she would send it out once the courier arrives tomorrow afternoon.”

He then glanced at Qi Lin: “Alcohol damages the brain. You shouldn’t drink tonight, right?”

Qi Lin solemnly put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with care, straightened his posture, and said earnestly, “This is quality grain alcohol, not some inferior alcohol concoction; a modest consumption is good for blood circulation, I should try it.”

Tai Xiaodong: …So you have an excuse whether you drink or not! Can’t you just admit you want to drink?

He snorted, intending to challenge who would fall down first tonight, but then he remembered Qi Lin saying he could drink half a jin when he was ten…

After a brief pause, Tai Xiaodong decisively turned and started laughing with Professor Song, “Teacher, tonight one of us has to win!”

“Sure, sure! Xiao Dong, just don’t lose to me in drinking!”

“No way!” Tai Xiaodong was brimming with confidence, undaunted in the slightest.

Professor Song was genuinely looking forward to it, his ears perked up for the sounds of Song Tan descending the stairs. Seeing her silhouette at the window, he was thrilled, quickly mimicking Qi Lin’s manner, he straightened himself and waited eagerly for the good wine.

To use Yan Ran’s words: For such good wine, we need to have a bit of ceremony!

…

Zhou Maozhu originally wasn’t so eager.

After all, one should show some restraint as a guest in someone else’s house.

Plus, he wasn’t so sure about how good this wine actually was, but seeing everyone else’s anticipation, he couldn’t help but feel nervous himself.

He then looked at his son, who was devouring his food, and gave him a disappointed push: “Stop eating! If you fill up on food, how will you drink later?”

Zhou Tianyu looked up blankly only to see the mineral water bottles that Song Tan was holding.

They were just ordinary plastic bottles, lacking any sense of class. Even the best liquor seemed unappealing in them.

And then there was the food, so delicious, yet his dad–

Going to such lengths just to drink on an empty stomach? Wasn’t that like picking up sesame seeds and losing a watermelon?

Not until Song Tan unscrewed the caps and Song Youde eagerly snatched the bottles–

Firstly, half a glass was poured for Grandpa Wu Jianguo.

As the clear liquor flowed into the glass, the crisp yet mellow aroma invaded the entire space inch by inch. Suddenly, everyone became restless, so much so that Zhou Tianyu also stood up bewilderingly, holding his cup with a solemn expression.

Yet, in his mind, he wondered if the sesame seeds his dad picked up had fallen from the Flat Peach Banquet?

At that moment, he held the little half-cup of baijiu in his hands, hesitating to even take a sip.

Song Youde didn’t pour too much.

A mineral water bottle might have been 500 milliliters, but when filled with liquor, it barely held eight taels.

With so many people sharing, he had only poured a small half-cup for each person.

Glancing at the two bottles left on the cabinet behind him, he grimaced, raised his glass, and exclaimed, “Come on, no more talk, let’s down one!”

After speaking, he eagerly lifted the cup to his nose for a deep sniff before tilting back his head to drink–

The next moment, he moved the cup away and grimaced:

“Hiss–ha–”

Looking around, nearly everyone who drank wore the same pained mask:

“This liquor–this liquor is so strong! Spicy!”

Indeed, it was spicy, nothing like the smooth entry they had imagined.

However, the pained expressions lasted only a moment before everyone’s brows relaxed, savoring the long aftertaste following the initial punch, smooth and silky, sweet upon the throat, their palates filled with the bracing aroma of liquor!

How could one even describe it?

Even Seventh Uncle, the one with the most experience, was at a loss for words!

All they could do was sigh deeply, “Great liquor! Here, let’s have another!”

There was no need for playing finger-guessing games or the insincere excuses of pretending not to be able to drink anymore, as the men held their cups, treasuring another sip.

Strangely, though the strong liquor remained piercing as it went down, they no longer grimaced, as if gradually becoming accustomed to it…

Then came another sip!

Well then! With just about half a glass each, and just managing three sips before it ran out, Song Youde looked at his empty glass with heartache and still couldn’t help himself from reaching for the second bottle.

“Don’t rush,” advised Song Tan, “This liquor is high-proof and packs a punch. Are you sure you all can handle it?”

“And Grandpa, you’ve just recovered a bit, you can’t drink!”

Grandpa sat in his wheelchair, utterly thunderstruck!

“It’s my legs that aren’t working well, not my stomach. Why can’t I drink?”

Qi Lin glanced over at Tai Xiaodong, “Aren’t you the type who can only handle three bottles of beer? Can you still hold your liquor now?”

Tai Xiaodong’s face was beet red, like a glowing furnace, his voice resounding firmly, “Great liquor! I can! I, I’m never drunk!”

Qi Lin: …

He watched silently for a while, then suddenly held out a bowl of silver fungus soup:

“Here, down it.”

No sooner had he spoken than Tai Xiaodong tilted his head back and drained the soup!