"Drink up, drink up!" Lin Baoguo, holding his cup, had a face so red it looked almost black, and kept urging relentlessly.
"I really can't take any more, if you want to drink, why can't you drink with Xiao Fei?" Old Pan declined, conveniently pushing Yan Fei into the spotlight.
"I'm not drinking with him!" Watching Lin Baoguo drunken and barely coherent, yet still aware enough to remember there was someone at the table he couldn't afford to provoke, it was clear just how deep-seated Boss Yan's reputation as a deity of drink was. "He's just a wine vat, a barrel... Drinking with him is no fun..."
Yan Fei just chuckled to himself at the side without saying a word.
The phrase "able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk," when used on others, is a hyperbolic expression. But applied to him, it's the plain truth. Now, anyone in the village who drinks with him would just say, "I'll finish mine, you do as you please."
