The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

When the idea of ​​drinking from a bowl was mentioned, some of the younger apprentices looked hesitant.

They don't drink much to begin with, so how could they possibly drink that much?

They all tugged at their respective masters and whispered, "Master, I'm afraid I can't drink it."

Their drivers were all seasoned drinkers, able to drink even in the army. Once they arrived in civilian life, their drivers were often treated to meals, and most of them developed a good tolerance for alcohol.

They patted their apprentices' hands: "It's okay, didn't you hear Dalinzi say to circle around?"

He's drunk if he tries to hit you with a bowl in circles.

You should drink the first bowl quickly, but you don't really need to drink the rest. You should learn from Da Linzi and eat something first to fill your stomachs.

Otherwise, drinking so much at once will make my stomach uncomfortable.

Seeing that Yang Dalin started eating first, everyone followed suit.

After eating a little something to fill his stomach, Yang Dalin filled more than a dozen bowls with wine.

Except for Tian Xueyi, which is water, the others are all baijiu (Chinese liquor).

Yang Dalin raised his bowl: "This first bowl is for everyone. Thank you all for your care and support during our work."

It's fate that we can work together.

I wish everyone a Happy New Year, good health to your families, and smooth sailing at work. I'll drink first!

After saying that, Yang Dalin tilted his head back and drank the whole bowl of wine in one gulp.

He checked the bottom of the bowl; not a single drop of wine had spilled.

Looking at Yang Dalin, everyone praised him, "Well done, Dalinzi! Come on, Happy New Year, drink up!"

Those who could drink well downed their drinks in one gulp.

This is a small bowl, not one of those large bowls, but this bowl still contains at least three or four ounces.

Even those who could drink a lot turned red in the face immediately.

Some of the apprentices coughed before they finished their drinks.

This isn't a small cup; if you drink this whole bowl, anyone who can't drink will have to lie down immediately.

Some ate vegetables, and some drank water.

You need to press it down quickly.

The liquor Yang Dalin brought was 56 degrees Celsius; it was too strong.

Yang Dalin didn't care; he was perfectly fine.

Because once the wine entered your mouth, it went directly into a specially prepared wine vat in the space.

He poured all the contents of the bowl back into the water.

Starting with Captain Wang, he circled around, raised his glass, and said, "Brother Wang, you've taken good care of me in our daily work, so I'd like to toast you."

After saying that, Yang Dalin finished another bowl and showed the bottom of the bowl.

Captain Wang hadn't even swallowed the food in his mouth yet.

After swallowing it down forcefully, she pointed at him helplessly and said, "Can't you wait a little while? You're too fast. Let me eat a few bites first."

Goodness, judging from your face, you're perfectly fine.

I didn't expect you to be such a heavy drinker.

"Alright, since you've toasted me, I'll drink it too."

Captain Wang also tilted his head back and downed the drink in one gulp.

Her face flushed even more instantly.

After downing two bowls in a row, he must have drunk six or seven ounces. It's not that Captain Wang can't hold his liquor, it's just that he's never drunk that fast before.

I usually drink it slowly.

Yang Dalin doesn't like to drink slowly; he prefers to drink quickly.

He wanted to give these colleagues a taste of their own medicine.

That way they won't have to ask his master to get them drunk again later.

A good scare once and there won't be any more trouble.

Seeing that Captain Wang had finished drinking, Yang Dalin quickly said, "Captain Wang, quickly eat some food to calm your nerves."

Then Yang Dalin filled his wine bowl again, without eating a single bite of food, raised the bowl, and said to a colleague sitting next to Captain Wang, "Brother Dou, it's your turn. I'll toast you."

The colleague, nicknamed Brother Dou, saw Yang Dalin down another gulp and, holding his wine bowl, said helplessly, "Hey kid, slow down a bit. Can't you wait a moment while I catch my breath?"

"Have some vegetables too."

Yang Dalin said, "No need, I'll just eat a few bites before drinking."

Brother Dou, hurry up and drink.

You'll get your share; we can't delay any longer.

I've already toasted you, and I've finished my drink.

Brother Dou has never seen anyone drink like this before. The other person drank three bowls, which is more than a pound, and he was completely unaffected.

I'm still waiting to do it myself.

With everyone watching, I had no choice but to tilt my head back and drink it all in one gulp.

Then Yang Dalin filled the cup again and continued to offer libations.

Good heavens, Yang Dalin has already toasted everyone; everyone's waiting for him to crawl under the table.

Nothing happened at all.

After this round of drinking, he had consumed three or four jin of liquor, yet his complexion remained normal, and his speech was clear, as if he hadn't drunk anything at all.

Now everyone in his colleagues knew that Yang Dalin had an incredible alcohol tolerance.

It can't compare.

But we can't back down.

Even so, Yang Dalin let several apprentices who couldn't drink alcohol go.

Yang Dalin was thinking of asking them to help send the person back later.

Otherwise, if this group of people were all drunk and passed out, they would all have to rely on Yang Dalin to take them home, since he doesn't even know where many of them live.

After finishing one round, Yang Dalin came towards Captain Wang again.

Ready for the second lap.

Captain Wang was already a bit tipsy this time, and said with a flushed face, "You little rascal, I finally know, you can really drink, you're really good at hiding it. Wait a minute, let me catch my breath."

Knowing you're going to avenge your master for drinking too much yesterday, you'll have to wait for me to calm down before you drink again.

"Drinking so fast, you'll ruin all this good food. Wait a minute, let me have a few more bites."

Yang Dalin knew that Captain Wang had already seen through his abilities and was making excuses to stall for time.

Just like my past self who couldn't hold his liquor, I was also procrastinating at the dinner table.

I'm afraid of people raising their glasses too often.

However, I'm not in a hurry. I can wait a while. Anyway, none of them will escape.

They all lay down.

Following Captain Wang's lead, Yang Dalin said, "Okay, Brother Wang, let's have some food and drink slowly."

Next time, let's each have half a bowl, okay? No more whole bowls.

"No, can't you just divide the bowl into eight portions and drink it in six portions?"

You little brat, I've seen through you. You're definitely here today to avenge your master.

Trying to get us all drunk, are you? You're just as petty as your master.

I'm truly impressed.

It's true that the kind of master you have determines the kind of apprentice you teach.

I'm fine drinking with you to my heart's content today, but I can't drink fast, okay? Next round, how about we split it into eight bites per bowl?

"Two bites,"

"Six mouths,"

"Four mouths,"

"Alright, four bites it is."

"Okay, let's do as Brother Wang says, four people it is."

But you have to take a quarter of it in one bite, you can't eat it like a fish farm.

So Yang Dalin started a new round of circling.

This time, each person needs to finish the bowl in four gulps.

That means Yang Dalin needs to do four rounds, and everyone drinks a whole bowl.

In Yang Dalin's hometown in his previous life, the custom was that one person couldn't be the only one raising the glass when toasting.

The first person takes eight sips to drink a cup. After that cup is finished, the next person takes six sips to drink a cup, and then four sips to drink a cup.

It can only get lower and lower; they are exactly the opposite.

Regardless of whether Yang Dalin was against it or not, since no one else dared to bring it up at the moment, he was the only one who would.

Four mouths are fine, he's not afraid.

Before the round was even over, two of them crawled under the table.

The main problem is that Yang Dalin raised the issue too quickly.

Who drinks like that?