He felt he needed to give a reminder.
He coughed lightly and said earnestly, "Madam, this wine is a top-grade strong liquor from Qingyuantang..." So you should drink it in moderation. Be careful not to get drunk after just a few sips. If that happens, he won't be able to explain it to his master when he goes back. His master said that the madam must not have a single drop of wine left.
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
His response was the sound of Rong Qingqing drinking.
Changlin: "..."
Rong Qingqing found it too tiring to drink standing up, so she sat down on the veranda and continued drinking with her head tilted back.
Changlin remained standing still.
Even he wouldn't dare drink it like that; the old lady is drinking it like plain water.
Or is it that Qingyuantang's wine has been adulterated with water recently?
But he was quite familiar with the people at Qingyuantang, so they wouldn't dare to try to fool him with fake liquor.
But if it wasn't fake alcohol, how could the old lady drink it as easily as if it were plain water?
Or perhaps the effects of the alcohol simply haven't kicked in yet?
He refrained from rushing over and instead snatched the wine pot from the old lady's hand to examine it.
A moment later, Rong Qingqing put down the wine pot and let out a burp.
Changlin: "..."
"Captain, is there any more?" Rong Qingqing opened the lid of the pot, poured some water down, but not a drop came out. She looked at Changlin and said with a hint of lingering satisfaction.
Changlin's lips twitched slightly.
He thought he should go back and ask his master whether he should send another cartload of wine over to the old lady.
"Please wait a moment, Madam. I'll be right back."
He knew, of course, that his master wasn't being kind; inviting the old lady for drinks was just a ploy to get back at her.
This time, however, the master misjudged; the old lady's alcohol tolerance seemed to be quite high.
At this moment, Rong Qingqing suddenly said, "Your master must have a very low alcohol tolerance."
Changlin looked at her in surprise.
I don't understand how she knew.
"Alright, go ahead." Rong Qingqing waved her hand.
Changlin quickly slipped back to Qingxingyuan.
When he returned, Xie Jingrun had just finished bathing and came out of the clean room, wearing a white undergarment, with water droplets still dripping from his thick, black hair.
Seeing Changlin return, he subtly curled the corners of his mouth, thinking that Rong Qingqing, that brat, must be completely drunk by now, and might even be causing a drunken ruckus.
"How is it?" He took a cloth, sat down on the couch, and asked casually.
Changlin hesitated for a moment, then reported truthfully: "The old lady seems to have a very high alcohol tolerance. She drinks like water. After she finished, she even asked me if there was any more wine."
Xie Jingrun paused in his hair-drying motion, his eyes narrowing. "You have a high alcohol tolerance?"
"It seems so," Changlin said, then paused and asked, "Judging from the old lady's expression, she seems a little unsatisfied. Should we send her some more?"
Xie Jingrun threw the cloth in his hand at him forcefully, "When did you become so familiar with her, even inviting her for drinks, huh?"
Changlin caught the cloth and, upon hearing this, said: "..."
Wasn't it you, Master, who invited the old lady to drink?
Changlin was extremely depressed.
Xie Jingrun leaned back, his slender fingers curling up and tapping on the table.
A moment later, he stood up.
Is Rong Qingqing, a woman, really that good at drinking?
He was very skeptical.
He's probably so drunk he can't tell which way is which by now, right?
Changlin, that fool, has definitely been tricked.
Changlin was somewhat taken aback when he saw his master leave Qingxing Garden.
It's so late, where is Master going?
Xie Jingrun arrived silently on the roof of Qinfangyuan.
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