Zhou Lao Da felt sorry for his son; how old was the boy, already having to face the wolves outside the residence? He watched his eldest son with concern, "Drink slowly."
Mingyun quenched his thirst with tea and said, "Mother, I can't not drink. If I refuse, it will only lead to more reasons to drink. It's better to take initiative from the start. This is what Grandma said. Besides, I'm not foolish. I pretended to be drunk and left early, so they couldn't figure out how much I can really handle."
Lady Li was relieved, "Your grandfather had foresight, grooming you all these years to handle your drink."
Mingyun nodded, cursing the grandsons of the Phang family in his heart. Today's drink was strong, but luckily he had a natural capacity for alcohol, which, coupled with drinking appropriately over the past two years, kept him from overindulging.
