"I'm not good at handling alcohol; I can't drink much," Uncle said with a smile.
"Just a little, it's homemade grain alcohol, it's not strong," Chen Yuan said.
Xia Xinyu: "..."
Wait, those are my lines.
"Then will you drink a little with me?" Uncle asked.
"I'm underage; I should substitute alcohol with Pepsi instead," Chen Yuan said.
Xia Xinyu: "..."
You're underage again now?
You just declared yourself eighteen to my great uncles and aunts.
"Alright, pour me some then," Uncle said as he laughingly held his cup with both hands.
So, Chen Yuan filled his uncle's cup.
Then, he took a sip, and after slowly swallowing, he expressed some surprise, "This Jingnan grain alcohol is quite sweet, soft on the palate, and doesn't burn the throat at all."
If that's the case, then two cups wouldn't be a problem at all.
"...Ah, haha." Xia Xinyu always had a premonition that today might be a repeat of some past mistakes.
