Seeing how worried Song Zhenping was about her, Song Liyun patted his shoulder to comfort him: "If you want to drink, just drink at home. It's not like you can't afford to."
Xue Zhuang: "...Brother Song, that's not what you said just now. You said this was your first time drinking."
Song Zhenping knew he had made a mistake, so he lowered his head and hid behind his sister.
Seeing Song Zhenping's pathetic state and then looking at Song Liyun, Xue Zhuang put down his wine cup and said earnestly, "Miss Song, there is something I must say."
Your brother is a man, and the only one in your family who can carry on the family line.
You, as his younger sister, micromanage him from head to toe, showing him absolutely no respect. How is your brother supposed to face anyone after this?
He had already witnessed Song Liyun's domineering nature when choosing a house; she had the Song brothers completely under her control, and even the house and land were decided by her.
Now that he was about to get Song Zhenping drunk, Song Liyun interfered, and Song Zhenping was so scared, he definitely wouldn't be able to drink anymore.
Song Liyun chuckled lightly: "My brother is the head of the family. He's willing to spoil his younger siblings, so naturally we can be a little more unrestrained. This doesn't seem to have anything to do with Master Xue!"
Xue Zhuang was exasperated by the shameless and unscrupulous brother and sister. Even though Song Zhenping had no status at home, they insisted on calling it "love" for his younger sister and brother.
What man would treat his family so well that he would lose face?
He invited Song Zhenping for drinks to try and build a relationship, not to argue with Song Liyun and make enemies.
"Alright, alright, this is a matter between you and your siblings. I, as an outsider, was just speaking casually. Miss Song, I just feel that the relationship between our two families..."
Before Xue Zhuang could continue, Song Liyun waved her hand, took out a handful of copper coins from her sleeve, placed them on the table without counting them, and said with a faint smile, "Thank you for your hospitality, Master Xue. I understand that you are a business owner and should pay for your meals."
My brother couldn't hold his liquor and had to leave early, so he punished himself with three drinks, which I drank in his place.
Under Xue Zhuang's puzzled gaze, Song Liyun picked up Song Zhenping's wine cup from the table, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp. Then she picked up the wine pot and poured herself a few more drinks.
Her unrestrained behavior stunned Xue Zhuang, and his hand holding the wine glass trembled involuntarily.
The Northwest is bitterly cold, and people drink strong, spicy liquor, which is very potent.
Although his own liquor wasn't particularly good, it was still the most popular strong liquor among northerners.
Most men can't handle drinking on an empty stomach; they need to eat some food to catch their breath.
After finishing three cups of wine, Song Liyun still seemed somewhat dissatisfied, so she simply turned her head slightly, covered her mouth with her hand, and drank directly from the pot.
A moment later, the pot was upside down. Song Liyun shook the empty pot and smiled at Xue Zhuang, who still seemed to want more, saying, "Good wine! It's a pity there wasn't enough!"
She appeared refreshed and showed no signs of intoxication, though her eyes were bright and a strange blush appeared on her cheeks.
"If you ever want to invite my brother for drinks again, Mr. Xue, just say so. I can come along and enjoy the treat too."
Master Xue, please prepare more of the same kind of wine as before.
"But if I'm drinking, I have one small request at the table: if you're a man, don't use cups, drink from the pot."
Drinking shochu from a jug!
Is this a case of an elderly person hanging themselves, tired of living?
Xue Zhuang's mind was in turmoil: This is not a woman, not even a human being, what kind of monster have I encountered?
He felt cold sweat dripping down his body, and quickly picked up the half-empty glass of wine in his hand and swallowed it in one gulp. The pungent smell of the alcohol made his face contort and it took him a while to recover before he said, "Sure, sure." He was just giving a perfunctory reply.
He wouldn't be foolish enough to agree.
If Song Liyun came to his door crying and making a scene, he could still righteously give her a few words of reprimand.
But she came to drink, and by the pot.
Even though he has a good alcohol tolerance, he would have died from the way Song Liyun drank so heavily just now.
The siblings finished their drinks and were about to leave.
Xue Zhuang attentively escorted him to the door, helping him lift the curtain and adjust his clothes, displaying his usual meticulous thoughtfulness.
After the brother and sister had gone far away, he stood there blankly for a long time, not even feeling cold because he was only wearing a light jacket.
A few feet away, Xu Yan'er, wearing a drab gray apron, stood motionless at the kitchen door, her eyes filled with tears of grievance and resentment.
What she just saw: Xue Zhuang and Song Liyun were drinking, and he even saw them off at the door.
I've been married to Zhuang Ge for a month now. Although we sometimes argue and Zhuang Ge gets upset.
The newlyweds had no grudges that lasted overnight. From the moment Xue Zhuang's buttocks could move again after being beaten, they were inseparable on the bed every night, exchanging countless sweet words.
But Zhuang Ge had never looked at him with such infatuation before... as he had just now.
Yes, Xu Yan'er felt that Xue Zhuang's dazed look meant he was captivated.
Xu Yan'er bit her lip: Xue Zhuang was initially all around Song Liyun. It was only after she got cold that she grabbed him, cried out that she was scared, and asked him to comfort her and hug her, which led to the good thing.
Is he still thinking about her?
Song Zhenping followed Song Liyun, keeping their heads down, and hurried out of the town.
He had been drinking and was feeling dizzy and lightheaded, but Song Liyun's arrival startled him awake.
But when the cold wind blew, the alcohol hit him hard, and he started vomiting violently.
He was nervous and didn't actually eat anything at Xue Zhuang's place; he was just persuaded to drink. After vomiting the first mouthful, he had nothing left to vomit.
Song Liyun initially helped him walk a few steps, but seeing that Song Zhenping had vomited all over her, she was immediately furious: knowing he couldn't drink, he still sat at the table with him; this drinking session would definitely make him suffer.
She stopped trying to help him up, buried her head under Song Zhenping's armpit, then hoisted him onto her shoulder and carried him home at a brisk pace.
Song Zhenping leaned on his sister's shoulder, still mumbling, "Xiaoyun, I really won't dare to drink anymore."
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