Chapter 42: Pills Are Useless
With money to be made, Old Dong and Big Stone weren't stingy this time. Though they couldn't afford the absolute top-tier, they still treated their former Chief and self-proclaimed Second Chief to genuinely good wine and dishes.
Recalling past glorious years, some shed tears into their wine, even drinking their snot along with it…
Amidst the endless, vibrant lanterns, encountering who knew whether they were humans, demons, or monsters, Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang, slightly tipsy, returned from eating from day until night. When they sat down in their room, they dared not bend their backs forward, their stomachs were so full.
“Careless, careless, it would be terrible if someone attacked us now.”
Leaning back in his chair, Shi Chun sighed with his bloated stomach.
“Ugh, so good.” Wu Jinliang let out a satisfied burp, exhaling a strong whiff of alcohol.
It wasn't their first time drinking alcohol; Far-Gazing Tower in the Land of Exile also sold it, and they had spent money to taste cheap liquor before. But drinking so heartily was a first, and it was good wine at that.
Both were so stuffed they were reluctant to speak much, fearing they might throw up what was sloshing in their throats.
After a long period of quiet meditation to regulate their breathing, the two slowly recovered.