It's just alcohol, I'll treat it as eating chili, and as a strapping young man in my early twenties, am I afraid of a middle-aged uncle? Let's get down to business without fuss. Uncle was forthright, and Suming was no less clear-cut, tilting his head back and gulping down a glass of liquor.
"Good!" Uncle slapped his thigh hard, his brows dancing with excitement, "Yan sure has an eye for talent, Su! You're such a straightforward guy!"
From his expression, it seemed like bringing Nangong Huang on the right path was not as significant as downing a drink in one gulp.
"Come, come, have some dishes to pad your stomach." Auntie stood up to serve Suming food, giving Uncle a glare— the old man really didn't know how to behave, making a child drink like this.
As the toasts and drinks flew back and forth, Suming and Uncle had a good go at it, and by the midway point, Uncle's speech had started to slur, and Nangong Huang had joined in too.
