Chapter 112 I Like to Eat You



"Uncle, my dad doesn't rely on these things to do business. He relies on his character and integrity."

"Stop with the nonsense. We brothers haven't drunk together in years. Tonight, we're not leaving until we're drunk. If you don't drink, you're disrespecting me. Justice... I'll fill your glass."

Wei Xia got up to help pour the wine. She filled a glass, and Xiang Zhenggang was about to clink glasses with Xiang Zhengyi when he saw that Xiang Zhengyi was drunk.

"Justice, let's drink! Get up and drink, get up now!"

"Uncle, my dad has drunk too much. Ciyuan, help him upstairs."

Xiang Zhenggang smiled and pointed at Zhengyi, "He's drunk. He can hold his liquor well, he can drink a lot, he's faking it!"

"Justice, arise..."

"Uncle!"

Xiang Jing frowned. "Uncle, please forgive me. My father has been working hard in business these past few years and his health isn't very good. He can't drink too much. This is about enough for now."

"justice……"

"Uncle, how about this, if you like drinking, I'll come down and drink with you, however you like."

“Come on, Uncle, I’ll have one with you.” Shen Shixun got up and drank one with Xiang Zhenggang.

Xiang Ciyuan glanced at him and said, "Brother-in-law, then I'll leave it to you. Keep Uncle company and have a good drink."

After clinking glasses, Xiang Zhenggang felt it wouldn't be right not to drink, "Uncle, let's finish."

Shen Shixun drank it all in one gulp. Even Xiang Nanzhi felt her throat burning just looking at it. She had tried this Moutai once before, and it felt like a knife was cutting into her throat, and her stomach was on fire.

She only took a small sip, but he downed the whole cup in one go?

Xiang Nanzhi touched his throat, as if he could imagine the burning sensation of liquor in his throat.

Xiang Ciyuan helped Xiang Zhengyi up and upstairs, asking Lao Ma for help. Xiang Zhengyi was too drunk to walk and had to be helped upstairs the whole way.

Once the person left, Xiang Zhenggang didn't say anything more. Xiang Jingyi raised his glass again, "Uncle, I'd like to toast you."

"Uncle, I also want to toast you."

"Zhizhi, I'll drink with you. You three can't bully my dad all by yourself."

"Sister Yun, what are you saying? Uncle has been abroad for so many years, and we're afraid of growing distant from him. It would be so nice to have a drink and have some fun together."

"Sorry, I forgot to toast you earlier."

Shen Shixun filled his glass again. "Let's go first. Since we're all drinking, I should be toasting you with this first glass."

Xiang Yunduan twitched her lips, both amused and exasperated, "Okay, then we..."

“Let’s just do it. I’m older than you, so I won’t call you Sister Yun.”

He glanced at the wine in his glass and thought, "Let's drink it. It would be disgraceful to admit defeat now."

"Come on, Sehun, there will be plenty of opportunities to work together in the future..."

After downing a glass of wine, Xiang Yunduan choked and couldn't help coughing; this stuff was much more intoxicating than foreign liquor.

Xiang Nanzhi patted her on the back, "Are you alright, Sister Yun?"

"fine……"

Xiang Yunduan felt as if Xiang Nanzhi was holding a knife, and she didn't know when he would stab her.

"Aunt, I also want to toast you."

Shen Shixun, who has never liked interacting with people, has suddenly become a social butterfly.

When Xiang Ciyuan came down, Shen Shixun made each of the three of them drink two cups of soju. Xiang Zheng had already drunk quite a lot, but after this, he immediately collapsed and slumped onto the table.

No matter how formidable Wei Xia and Xiang Yunduan were, they were still women. After a couple of drinks, their faces turned red and they were completely flustered.

Xiang Nanzhi was worried that Shen Shixun would fall, so she secretly asked Ma Xiaorong to replace the white wine in his glass with glucose.

With a clever trick, the two wine glasses were switched. Just as Shen Shixun was about to drink, he smelled something was wrong and glanced at Xiang Nanzhi.

"Uncle, Uncle...Are you alright, Uncle?"

"Old Ma, let's take Uncle and Aunt home. Is Sister Yun also drunk?"

Xiang Jingyi was actually a bit drunk, but he remained calm under pressure, "Old Ma..."

"Yes, young master!"

Even after the person left, the living room still reeked of alcohol, making Xiang Nanzhi feel like vomiting.

The same goes for Shen Shixun; it's incredibly thick.

She handed him the glucose, "What are you looking at? Drink up!"

"Too sweet, I won't drink it."

"I wish I had done it earlier. They were watching me the whole time, and I couldn't make a move."

The man patted her head. "Where did you learn these little tricks from?"

Xiang Nanzhi pointed at Xiang Ciyuan and said, "My second brother taught me this. He's been teaching me this since I was little. He even taught me how to hide cards during the New Year."

"If girls don't use a few tricks, they'll easily get taken advantage of in the outside world."

As he spoke to Ciyuan, he poured himself a cup of strong tea. "Big brother, Dad wants you to go upstairs."

"Didn't Dad drink too much?"

Shen Shixun didn't speak, nor did Xiang Ciyuan. When Xiang Jingyi stood up, he patted her head.

Oh, she was too naive; Dad wasn't drunk at all.

My uncle was right; he really was faking it.

Xiang Nanzhi sighed, somewhat unable to understand the hypocrisy between the elders. They clearly disliked each other, yet they maintained a facade of harmony.

When guests arrive, you can't refuse to entertain them, nor can you offend them, and you certainly can't turn them away. You have to be polite and do your job well.

The other party was oblivious to the situation, knowing full well that they didn't get along, yet still insisted on joining in the fun.

It's making everyone so tired.

Xiang Ciyuan seemed lost in thought, shaking the cup in his hand, as if pondering something.

Xiang Nanzhi went to the kitchen and got Shen Shixun a few brown sugar steamed cakes. The man took them and ate several bites in one go.

"That thing I ate when I went to your grasslands last time, your staple food, what was it made of, that..."

It wasn't rice; it was something shaped like a paste.

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