"Sorry for the trouble!"
Fu Xianyun looked at his wife and sister helplessly.
If he had known that this wine was so strong, he would not have let Yu Linglong taste it.
"It's not troublesome."
Lu Sheng said apologetically, "I've already gotten someone to prepare some hangover soup. Young Madam can go back and rest after drinking it."
She did not expect Yu Linglong to have such a poor tolerance for alcohol.
Lu Zhou had a good tolerance for alcohol. As his disciple, she seemed to have inherited his skills.
Although she had not drunk a thousand cups at once, she had drunk a jar at once. She was not drunk at all.
She liked to warm a pot of hot wine in winter, braise a few pounds of beef, and then sit in a pavilion on the hill to drink and eat meat.
Unfortunately, the world was different now. Finding beef was harder than meeting the King of Hades.
"The hangover soup is here!"
He Qin walked over with the hangover soup.
