Zhao Hao sat up suddenly and quickly put the handkerchief into his arms.

"What's up?"

"Come in and talk."

The outer door opened and Su Si walked in.

"Sir, it's almost time for dinner. Do you want to prepare it now?"

Zhao Hao touched his belly and said, "Okay, let's get ready."

"By the way, where's Brother Wu?"

Su Si said: "After the young master entered the palace, I prepared a table of food for Brother Wu Er as you said."

"Brother Wu ate the dishes on our first floor first, and then drank a lot of wine."

"At the moment, he is sleeping in the room in the backyard."

Zhao Hao nodded and smiled softly, "Normal. By the way, how much did he drink?"

Su Si said: "He can drink a lot. He drank five or six kilograms of our strong dry liquor in one breath."

Su Si giggled.

"At first, he kept saying that our liquor was strong and good, and then he drank two or three kilograms in one breath."

“Then the alcohol took over.”

"He drank another two or three pounds of wine while drunk, and finally fell directly under the table."

"But he was so big and heavy that it took four or five waiters working together to lift him."

"Sir, where did you meet such a person?"

Zhao Hao asked softly: "What do you think of this person?"

Su Si thought for a moment and said, "I can't tell much, but he did say a few words when he was drinking this afternoon."

"He said that you helped him get justice, and he briefly told me about his brother and thanked me."

"From his words, we can tell that he should be a chivalrous man."

"Other than that, I can't see anything."