"Ah, actually, your Ninth Uncle is a pretty spirited person. It's just that when he drinks, his head gets dizzy and he goes crazy with the booze, causing a ruckus that upsets me deeply."
As Madam Jiu takes the medicine bottle, she awkwardly tugs at the corner of her mouth, her face looking somewhat unnatural.
"Mm-hm, Qingluo understands."
Having practiced medicine in her previous life, Lin Qingluo had seen countless people intoxicated and acting crazy from drinking so she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
"The wine is here."
As the aunt and nephew were talking, Ninth Uncle Lin had already brought the wine jar over.
"Fill everyone up."
Fourth Master Lin took a glance at the wine jar, his eyelids twitching as he resisted the pain in his heart and glared at Ninth Uncle Lin.
This little stinker had actually brought out the osmanthus wine he had cherished for ten years.
"Hehe, we have wine to drink."
