Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 607 - Chapter 607 607. Alcohol Tolerance_1

Chapter 607: 607. Alcohol Tolerance_1 Chapter 607: 607. Alcohol Tolerance_1 Tai Xiaodong heartily finished a whole bowl of silver fungus soup and then slammed the bowl down on the table with a thud!

His cheeks were flushed and his brows were furrowed as if steam would erupt from the top of his head any moment to continue his voyage, looking so serious that even Qi Lin began to doubt himself.

However, in the next moment, the off-to-sea hero lay back, tilting his head against the chair back for support, and abruptly burst out with a thunderous snore!

Everyone: …

Moments later, everyone burst into laughter.

Even Professor Song’s eyes brightened with a pleased expression, “This Xiaodong, insisted on keeping up with me earlier, and now look, he is down without even taking the walk yet-and just from this little cup, he can’t hold his liquor!”

Qi Lin sighed, gratefully accepting the drink Song Youde had poured for everyone, while looking at his mentor–

How to put it? It seems like the less one can handle their alcohol, the less they realize it.

Don’t look at Professor Song so happily mocking Tai Xiaodong, his own alcohol tolerance isn’t much better! Especially since he doesn’t like to sleep when he’s drunk, but instead…

With thoughts drifting, he suddenly felt his elbow being gripped by a dry, strong hand.

The person was now looking at him, tears in his eyes, “Xiaoqi, you’re a good kid! Your teacher is very fond of you! Such a bright student! If you really go back to your hometown, wouldn’t all your talents go to waste…”

As he spoke, he wiped away tears sentimentally.

Qi Lin: …okay, his tolerance is even worse this time.

The teetotal Yan Ran stared in shock, scrambling to pull out a tissue to wipe Professor Song’s face, “Teacher, you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” Professor Song tried hard to open his eyes wide as he looked at Qi Lin, “Xiaoyan, listen up! You have to study hard. Although our agriculture is tough, don’t worry, as long as the teacher is here, no matter if you’re applying for a professional title or for funding in the future, the teacher will help you!”

Yan Ran: …

It was quite moving what he said, but teacher, could you at least turn around and talk to me, please?

She exchanged a glance with Qi Lin and decided to support Professor Song, one on each side, “Teacher, let’s go wash your face and then you should rest. It’s getting late, it’s already dark outside.”

“It’s dark already…”

Professor Song was led out of the door and into a room, then pushed onto the bed to lie down, “Then I need to go home, otherwise your mistress will have me dig a hole and live with the field mice.”

As he rambled, he started to murmur, “A field mouse’s burrow isn’t too bad, plenty of food, won’t starve… where’s Xiaodong? Don’t let him be lazy, have him dig me a field mouse hole! Make it bigger, with four rooms and two halls, too small and we won’t fit in…”

For a moment, Qi Lin and Yan Ran didn’t know whether they should be moved or not. What kind of wonderful teacher was this? Yes, planning to live in a field mouse hole, still worried about his students having nowhere to stay…

They both couldn’t understand, with such weak alcohol tolerance, why try to show off at all?

…

Meanwhile, at the dining room.

Song Youde and Seventh Uncle exchanged glances and laughed wildly, “This liquor really packs a punch! Look, just after a couple of sips, two people are knocked out.”

While speaking, they couldn’t help but lift the edges of their clothes to wipe the sweat off their head and face, then fanned themselves vigorously,

“Phew, it’s hot. This liquor’s heat is too much.”

A wave of heat spread from the pit of their stomachs outward as if an endless warmth was steaming up, expanding every pore on their bodies so that beads of sweat began to seep out.

Even though the air conditioner was on, they still felt as though they were in a furnace.

Seeing this, Song Tan could only advise, “Maybe you should stop drinking. I think the after-effects of the alcohol are quite strong; at this rate, each of you might end up lying down.”

“Nonsense!”

The dignity of an alcoholic cannot be infringed. What’s more, Seventh Uncle robustly defended,

“I made the liquor myself–how could I not know how strong it is? I’ve drunk even stronger stuff before!”

“Now that was potent! One sip felt like it sliced my throat opens this one’s much milder by comparison!”

“Exactly, exactly!” Song Youde became a mindless hype man, “Great liquor, the punch comes a bit later, just the first sip is a bit sharp, then it’s all smooth sailing!”

“All these years, I haven’t tasted such good liquor–not even those bottles of Moutai Xiaozu gave me had this much kick!”

Seventh Uncle was also very proud, “That’s right, my handiwork!”

The two of them complimented each other harmoniously, and soon they were laughing and clinking glasses again, before downing another shot!

Seventh Uncle couldn’t resist saying, “Later, let’s open one of your Moutai bottles. We’ll compare and see which liquor is truly the best.”

Feeling the effects of the alcohol, Song Youde was anything but reluctant, and immediately agreed, “Sure!”

They could still hold their liquor, but others couldn’t.

Like Zhou Tianyu.

In the bustling city, he’d built up a bit of a tolerance, but he was still only slightly better than Professor Song. At that moment, holding his empty glass, he wrapped his arm around his dad’s shoulder and started to boast:

“Dad, look how luxurious this KTV is! So many people in one large room! Come, come, come, I’ll pick a song for you–‘I have no house, no car, all I can do is eat instant noodles…’

Zhou Maozhu: …

Zhou Maozhu was mortified, and seeing his son drunkenly ranting, he quickly tried to calm him:

“Tianyu, you can’t drink anymore, stop now! I’ll tell your mom to help you get back first.”

“No way, Dad!”

Zhou Tianyu tried to stand straight, serious in demeanor, “I just closed a big deal today. Waiter! Let’s finish this 1899 red wine, just drink freely!”

He was blabbering drunk, completely unaware of what he was saying. In truth, as working-class folks, when had they ever indulged in such expensive drinks? Three to five hundred yuan was already the limit.

But Zhou Maozhu didn’t know that!

All he saw was his son boldly declaring, “Today, I’ve booked the whole place, everyone eat and drink as you please–”

No house, no car, subsisting on instant noodles before, and now freely drinking wine worth a thousand or two? He finally understood where all the money had been squandered!

Even with his head still swimming with alcohol, Zhou Maozhu couldn’t hold back any longer!

With a “smack,” he slapped Zhou Tianyu on the back, “How did you become so capable, huh?”

Zhou Tianyu then started giggling foolishly, “Dad, I’ll tell you, I’m really capable! I’ve already decided, in the second half of the year I’m going to rent an apartment close to the office! The rent might be 4000 a month, but I’ll get to sleep an extra hour in the morning.”

After he finished, he continued to laugh stupidly.

Four thousand a month for rent?

Zhou Maozhu immediately felt a heavy blockage in his heart.

…

When men start drinking, they completely lose track of time.

Song Tan and the others didn’t bother waiting for them and decided to take a walk, which is how they missed the entire farce.

However, when they returned from their stroll, they found everyone sprawled across the table, with Zhou Maozhu and the others nowhere to be seen, while the excavator guy and Zhang Wang’s family were lying on the ground, helter-skelter.

Seventh Uncle’s eyes were filled with tears as he spoke in a low cry to Song Youde, causing everyone else’s hearts to jump in shock!

Just as they were about to approach, they heard Seventh Uncle say, “That ungrateful wretch, I treated him like my own son, and he just left–just left without a word to me. Could I not let him go if he had simply told me? But no, he had to kick me when I was down, wuwuwu…”