Zhou Shuren had quite a bit to drink today, and it was the first time he felt a bit woozy, lying askew on the heated brick bed, "Right, I want to go study at the Academy, was it the Qian family steward who called himself Qian Shengbao?"
Zhulan, "He didn't tell you?"
Zhou Shuren shook his head, "He didn't introduce his own name, just introduced his eldest son Qian Laishun and his grandson Qian Cheng."
Zhulan, "....Besides the grandson, the Qian family's names really live up to their surname."
Zhou Shuren heard this and chuckled, then laughed twice before his head started to ache, "The Qians really can drink. They saw I was just playing it cool and not agreeing, so they thought they'd get me to agree over the dinner table. Our boys aren't up to snuff either; they boast about their drinking but in the end, all four combined couldn't outdrink Qian Laishun, who floored them. In the end, it was all up to dear old me."
Zhulan, "...."
