Li Fan found himself a spot in the corner of the great hall and poured himself a bowl of Thunderbrew. The brew was slightly murky, with faintly yellowed dregs. It smelled of a strong alcohol content, resembling Daqu liquor, and it was indeed different from what's served in Mo Zhu Mountain.
He took a tentative sip and felt both a spicy and prickly sensation, numbing like being struck by lightning. As it moved over his tongue, it felt thick and bitter. Swallowing it down, a fire seemed to rush up his throat, almost making his nose run.
'Li Fan's mood slightly improved by 1 point.'
Hold on, the system gives points for this awful drink too? Kun, you try it.
Li Fan grabbed the Kun and poured the remaining drink down its throat,
The Kun's eyes bulged, and it spat out the liquid, flapping its fins.
See, even the Kun finds it undrinkable.
