After half a cup of liquor flowed through him, Tan Jiyong frowned and smacked his lips a few times.
"This liquor is indeed smoother than I expected, with the aroma of Chinese medicine. But other than that, it has no remarkable qualities, how could it possibly compete with my nephew's wine..."
Before he could finish his retort, Tan Jiyong's face suddenly changed.
"Honey, are you alright?"
Auntie Zheng was startled by the scene before her.
"You said yourself there was something off about this liquor, so why did you drink it? Look, there's a problem now."
Watching his wife's panicked expression, Tan Jiyong hesitated for a moment and then waved his hand, "I'm fine... Old Xin was right, the liquor does have a strong kick."
Seeing the pained look on Tan Jiyong's face, Wu Xiaoshan secretly found it amusing.
Damn it, you're pretty tolerant.
With that tolerance, if you can hold it in, I'll write the Wu character upside down, Young Master!
"Are you really okay?"
