Chapter 621 - 269: Fishing for Wild Boars
"There’s only a towel on the boat, Brother Yang, do you want to wipe yourself off? Don’t catch a cold; your hands are still shaking," Yue’er asked with concern.
Lin Yang smiled, casually took off his sunscreen suit, and wrung the water out of his clothes, leaving only a close-fitting tank top.
"No need, a big man like me can handle this much, a little rest will do," he replied.
Uncle Victor, seeing that he was somewhat putting on a brave front, didn’t call him out on it, and instead turned around to take a silver flask from his belt bag and handed it to him, "Have a drink, it will warm you up."
Drinking alcohol wasn’t allowed during live broadcasts, but there were no labels on the flask. Lin Yang hesitated for a moment, then took a sip.
With a gulp of vodka down, he only felt a warm current spreading from his throat down to his stomach, quickly warming him up.
No wonder so many Russian men love vodka. This liquor, different from domestic spirits, had a much clearer taste. It lacked complex initial, middle, and aftertastes, or even an afterglow.
But the faint aroma, mixed with a not-so-spicy flavor and a high alcohol content, could unconsciously knock a grown man down.
After a sip, Lin Yang quickly took another, feeling much better afterward and handed the flask back to Uncle Victor.