"Bring me a big bowl!"
Lu Zhishen, full of heroic spirit, shouted that the paper cup was too small.
Hu Sanniang quickly took a stainless steel bowl from the carriage and handed it to Lu Zhishen.
"This bowl is really strange!" Sun Erniang muttered to herself as she observed the red electric tricycle.
Liu Tang, the "Red-Haired Devil" standing next to her, couldn't help but lower his head and steal a glance at the half-exposed spring scenery of Sun Erniang.
With a glug, Lu Zhishen filled a bowl with Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).
"Brother Wu Song, I'll drink first as a sign of respect!"
Lu Zhishen picked up the stainless steel bowl, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp!
Five ounces of baijiu (Chinese liquor) entered my stomach.
Lu Zhishen shuddered, grinned, laughed heartily, took off his clothes, and went into battle shirtless.
Following Li Huan's instructions, Wu Song calmly poured the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) into a paper cup.
He raised his cup to Lu Zhishen as a sign of respect, but only drank half of it.
Instantly, Wu Song's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he gasped for breath.
"This wine is indeed pungent, burning the throat and heart..."
Immediately, Wu Song reached out and grabbed a handful of fried peanuts, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them quickly.
When Lu Zhishen saw that Wu Song was so "delicate", he chuckled and quickly poured himself a drink, which he then downed in one gulp.
The bottle of Erguotou was empty.
"That monk has a good capacity for alcohol!"
"Wu Song is destined to lose!"
"Lin Chong is brilliant; he dared to take a gamble!"
...
The crowd was abuzz with discussion, their emotions running high.
Lin Chong, brimming with confidence, calmly stroked his beard.
Wang Ying took a sip of the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) that came with the boxed lunch, smacked her lips, and looked at Hu Sanniang.
"This wine is spicy on the palate but sweet on the aftertaste, much like Hu Sanniang, who, though fiery, is captivating!"
Hu Sanniang had no time to scold Wang Ying; she was focused on the drinking contest.
Sun Erniang stared intently at Wu Song, scrutinizing him closely.
"He truly deserves to be called a tiger-slaying hero. He has a dignified appearance and an imposing presence. He should have joined Liangshan long ago."
Sun Erniang muttered to herself, thinking that Wu Song had just come to join Liangshan and did not know that he was a street vendor.
At this moment, Lu Zhishen began to pour the third bowl of wine.
A strong, muscular arm swayed slightly.
It is obvious that the alcohol took effect and attacked Lu Zhishen's brain nerves.
Li Huan knew that in the novel "Water Margin," the Liangshan heroes usually drank fermented wine made from glutinous rice or millet.
It has a sweet taste, a fragrant aroma, and an alcohol content of around 10%. It can quench thirst and enhance the enjoyment of the occasion.
Modern baijiu, "Erguotou," has an alcohol content as high as 56 degrees!
Lu Zhishen once drank an entire barrel of rice wine, which shows that his stomach capacity was definitely larger than Wu Song's.
However, whether Lu Zhishen's tolerance for high alcohol levels is stronger than Wu Song's remains to be seen after testing.
Lu Zhishen held a stainless steel bowl in his hand, tilted his head back, and continued to drink heavily.
Suddenly, he puffed out his cheeks, his eyes bulged out, and he almost spat out the wine in his mouth, but then forced it down.
Wu Song continued to slowly sip his Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and chew on peanuts, appearing quite relaxed.
So far, Lu Zhishen has downed a pound and a half of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), while Wu Song has only drunk five or six ounces.
Li Huan hoped that Wu Song would win, but he couldn't bear to see Lu Zhishen drink excessively and get alcohol poisoning, so he kindly advised him against it.
"Monk, that's not how you drink baijiu. Take a break and eat some food."
"I won't eat it!" Lu Zhishen shook his head.
He clenched his fists, his face was flushed purple, and his shoulders swayed slightly, indicating that he was drunk.
Upon seeing this, Lin Chong exclaimed in alarm, "Brother! You mustn't get drunk!"
Lu Zhishen grinned and said, "Brother, don't panic... How could I possibly get drunk so easily..."
People who are drunk will not admit that they are drunk, and will continue to drink.
Lu Zhishen reached out to grab the wine bottle, but to his surprise, he grasped nothing.
His vision blurred, and his hands were out of control.
Lin Chong hurriedly poured wine for Lu Zhishen and personally brought it to his lips, providing thoughtful service and showing his warm and caring nature.
Lu Zhishen's lips trembled, and he gulped down another bowl.
After downing two jin of liquor, Lu Zhishen's eyes glazed over, his hands gripped the table, and his massive arms trembled.
Seeing Lu Zhishen's condition, the noise at the scene subsided.
All those who bet against Lu Zhishen became tense.
Only Li Kui and Li Ying were beaming with joy.
Soon, Wu Song finished a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), his face flushed, and his tiger-like eyes revealed drunkenness.
"This Erguotou is extremely strong, luckily I drank it slowly... uh..."
Wu Song let out a burp, then grabbed a handful of fried peanuts and put them in his mouth.
Li Huan told Wu Song to eat more fried peanuts because peanuts are high in fat and protein. Chewing them can protect the gastric mucosa, slow down the absorption of alcohol, and reduce the irritation of alcohol on the stomach.
"Pour...pour the wine..."
Lu Zhishen instructed that the speaker should speak with a lisp.
Lin Chong, still hoping, quickly poured himself a fifth bowl of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and said to Lu Zhishen, "Brother, drink slowly!"
At this moment, Lu Zhishen could no longer indulge in a wild and unrestrained drinking spree.
He held the stainless steel bowl, his arm trembling, spilling the liquor.
"Senior brother!" Lin Chong raised his hand to support Lu Zhishen's elbow and helped him bring the bowl to his mouth.
Lu Zhishen persevered with all his might, closed his eyes, drank half a bowl of wine, and gasped for breath.
Clearly, he was on the verge of fainting.
Lin Chong comforted him, "Brother, don't be anxious. Wu Song is far inferior to you; he only drank a pound and a half."
"Hang in there, Monk Flower!"
"You absolutely must drink three jin!"
"Never lose to Wu Song!"
"The Flower Monk will win! He will win!"
...
The crowd raised their arms and shouted encouragement to Lu Zhishen!
After finishing the remaining half bowl, Lu Zhishen's head continued to shake, his eyes were vacant, and his mouth opened unconsciously, drooling.
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