Chapter 199: Drunk
The alcohol content of litchi liquor is indeed not high, only about ten degrees, but it is Sang Yu's first time to drink alcohol.
After drinking, he was blown by the cold wind from the stream. He was serious and quick-witted when talking to Zhao Hu before, but when he turned around, he couldn't even walk straight.
Sang Xingjia was smiling as he watched two children pointing at the stars in the sky and whispering to each other. He raised his eyes inadvertently and happened to see Sang Yu walking towards him in a staggering manner. He hurried forward to greet her.
"Little sister, are you drunk?"
Although it was a question, his tone was very firm.
Sang Yu only felt that everything in front of his eyes was blurry and he couldn't see clearly who the person was.
She felt that the other person's voice was vaguely familiar, and she tried to open her eyes wide to see, but she could only see three overlapping figures.
Sang Xingjia saw that after he supported Sang Yu, it took her a long time to realize that there was someone next to her, and she slowly raised her head with extremely slow movements.
Then she blinked her eyes, trying to see the figure in front of her clearly. Although she didn't move, she shook her head from side to side, looking silly and dazed.
The little sister who used to be smart and capable and seemed to be omnipotent, is rarely seen so cute.
The corners of Sang Xingjia's lips curled up slightly, and his smile became more intense. He supported her and walked into the yard.
Sang Yu's alcohol tolerance is still very good. Even when she is drunk, she doesn't act crazy. She just stares at people blankly and goes wherever she is asked to go, but her movements are a little slow.
When passing by the pavilion, he thought about it and decided to interrupt the four elders who were having a great conversation there.
"Mom, my little sister is drunk. Please accompany me to take her back to her room."
He could send Sang Yu back by himself, but after all, there is a difference between men and women, and that was his younger sister's boudoir, so it was not appropriate for him to go in alone.
It would be uncomfortable for Sang Yu to sleep with her clothes on, so she called Xie Qiujin to help her take off her coat and have a good sleep, so that she wouldn't feel so uncomfortable when she woke up tomorrow.
After sending Sang Yu back, Sang Xingjia went out again and couldn't help laughing when he saw the two little guys who were still full of energy.
If he remembered correctly, the two kids also drank some wine tonight. To be honest, the younger sister's alcohol tolerance was not even as good as that of a seven-year-old child.
However, he soon thought of one thing: when Sang Yu sobers up tomorrow, he must remind her not to drink when she goes out in the future.
Otherwise, with her ability to drink only half a glass of alcohol, she might be easily targeted by people with bad intentions.
If she wants to drink, she can drink at home. He will make sure she doesn't sleep on the floor.
Sang Yongjing is not a pedantic person. If he were really a pedantic person, Sang Yu would not be able to control the whole family so smoothly.
When making friends, he only considers whether they have compatible personalities, not status. After all, those who took the initiative to make friends with him in the past were basically of lower status than him.
It is the same now. He does not mind Zhao Hu's identity as a butcher. Instead, he feels that the other party's straightforward and direct temperament is very much to his liking.
The two of them got along better and better as they talked, and with the influence of a little bit of alcohol, they almost became sworn brothers in excitement.
Fortunately, Mrs. Zhao over there felt that it was getting late and it was time to say goodbye, so she asked Zhang Pingchun to find Zhao Hu, which prevented them from becoming sworn brothers.
Sang Yu slept so soundly that even the crowing of the rooster in the morning could not wake her up.
When she woke up naturally and opened the door, she was shocked to find that it was already noon and it would be almost time for lunch.
She did not feel dizzy or nauseous like she did after a hangover. Instead, she felt particularly relaxed. After all, the alcohol she drank yesterday was only about 10% alcohol.
Seeing that she was awake, Xie Qiujin planned to go to the kitchen to get her some food: "There are some steamed buns and flower rolls left in the pot for you, eat some to fill your stomach first."
"No need, Mom. I'll have lunch later. I'm not hungry yet." Sang Yu hurriedly stopped her and looked at the empty yard with some confusion. "Where are Dad and Big Brother?"
Old Mrs. Shi was sitting peacefully in the pavilion sewing clothes, but Sang Yongjing and Sang Xingjia were nowhere to be seen. Did they go out?
"Well, they've gone out to catch snails and won't be back for a while." Xie Qiujin waved her hand nonchalantly and continued to go into the kitchen. "Then mother will cook now and we'll have dinner later."
Sang Yu could only nod in agreement. After a simple wash, she sat down next to Old Lady Shi, holding her chin with both hands and watching her quietly threading the needle and weaving it freely on the linen.
In fact, the old lady's eyesight was not very good due to her age, but she could still sew smoothly and calmly when she picked up the needle and thread.
You can even sew straight and fine stitches without even looking at the needle and thread.
Sang Yu once asked why, and Mrs. Shi said, "I sew so many times that I naturally won't forget."
Women of this era are always obsessed with letting their children wear clothes that they have sewn by themselves.
Old Mrs. Shi had sewn countless pieces of clothing in her life, including her own, her husband's, her four children's, and her grandchildren's. It can be said that every descendant of the Sang family wore clothes sewn by her.
So much so that at her age now, sewing clothes is as simple and natural as drinking water. She can sew them regardless of whether she looks closely or not.
"Practice makes perfect. Grandma, you are really amazing." Sang Yu did not hesitate to praise her, making the old lady laugh so hard that her eyes narrowed.
It was almost time for dinner when Sang Xinghao finally arrived, followed by a furtive little head peeking out from behind.
Seeing this, Sang Yu waved at him: "Baoer, come in quickly."
With her permission, Zhao Baoer felt confident and followed Sang Xinghao into the courtyard with her chest held high.
"Where did you and Hao'er go to play today? Why are your hands all covered in mud?"
Sang Yu noticed immediately that both of them were covered in mud. However, it wasn't damp mud, but dry mud, which meant they hadn't been to the stream.
Zhao Baoer chuckled, a simple and honest look appearing on her face, which bore a striking resemblance to Zhao Hu. "Hey, we were just roasting beggar's chicken for fun."
The roasted beggar's chicken he mentioned was of course not made with real ingredients like Sang Yu's, but a game played by children.
They rolled some dirt into balls, built mud walls, and pretended to bake them, only to end up with mud all over their faces and bodies.
"So you like beggar's chicken? I'll make it for you in a few days, okay?"
Sang Yu still likes this kid very much. He is not a smart guy. The only reason he can become the leader among the kids is because of his strong physique.
He is the same age as Sang Xinghao, or even a few months younger than Sang Xinghao. When the two stand together, he looks much stronger than Sang Xinghao.
If Sang Xinghao plays with him, no one will dare to bully him, and Sang Yu can feel at ease, so she treats Zhao Baoer very friendly.
"Okay!" Zhao Baoer's eyes lit up. It would be great if he could eat it in a few days. But thinking of his purpose today, he became shy again, "Sister, can I have lunch here?"
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