Under the surprised gazes of several people, he placed the cloth bag on the table, and unfolded it to reveal a pile of food, a wine bag and a wine jar.
Tyrion smelled the firewine in the wine jar as soon as he sniffed. He liked drinking red wine and almost never put down the glass when he was at home. He had also tasted strong liquor, but he was sure that he had never drunk the wine in the wine jar. He could smell the strong alcohol in the jar through the lid.
Tyrion couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw Drogon skillfully arranging food and wine jars.
After the things were laid out, Drogon grabbed a piece of horse meat with his left wing and pushed the wineskin with his right wing. The meaning was obvious, asking Tyrion to pour the wine.
When Tyrion picked up the wineskin, he knew it contained kumis. He rinsed the red wine glass with clean water and poured half a glass of kumis into it.
Seeing that Tyrion only poured half a cup of kumis, Drogon suddenly felt a little troubled and pointed at the cup with his wings.
Glancing at the wine glass that Drogon was pointing at, Tyrion didn't understand what he meant for a moment.
"Drogon asked you to fill the glass!" Shireen reminded him. Drogon always drank in big gulps from her place, so half a glass was certainly not enough for him to drink in one go.
Although kumis is made from mare's milk, drinking too much will still make you drunk. Moreover, Tyrion had already drunk several glasses of red wine. He hesitated for a moment before filling the glass.
Looking at Tyrion's somewhat unnatural expression, Drogon didn't think that he was afraid of getting drunk, but probably just wasn't used to drinking kumis.
drogon also wanted to say, "I've done it, you can do whatever you want," but he couldn't say it. He could only take the cup and hook his wings in the middle of the cup to gesture.
Shae, who had been staring at Drogon, saw Drogon's series of human-like movements and couldn't help but ask shireen, "What does he mean by that?"
Seeing Tyrion and Shae's surprised expressions when they were looking at Drogon, Shireen remembered the time when she was with Drogon and said with a smile: "Drogon said he should finish drinking it, and you can just drink half."
Tyrion didn't expect Drogon to be able to read people's expressions, and he felt embarrassed. He shouldn't be drunk even if he drank two more glasses of kumis, so how could he lose face for fear of getting drunk?
Even though the kumis in the cup had a strong smell, he could still drink it. When he and Jon went to the Wall, he had drunk wine brewed by the Night's Watch that was even more unpalatable than this.
Taking the initiative to pick up the cup and clinking it with Drogon, Tyrion drank it all in one gulp without changing his expression.
Only then did Drogon realize that he had misunderstood. Tyrion had just thought that the change in expression was due to something else.
After drinking the kumis and taking a big bite of horse meat, Drogon saw that Tyrion didn't eat much, so he pointed at the meat on the cloth bag with his wing and asked him to eat more.
This time Tyrion understood, and he picked up a piece of horse meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed it gently.
Tyrion had just finished drinking the sour kumis and then took two bites of the fat and lean smoked horse meat. The more he chewed, the more delicious it became. Tyrion couldn't help but like the feeling of eating meat and drinking wine in big mouthfuls.
He picked up the wine glass, poured some mare's milk and handed it to Xue Yi, wanting her to have a taste. Xue Yi felt uncomfortable at the strong smell of mare's milk, so she pushed the wine glass away and was unwilling to drink it. She just picked up a small piece of horse meat and chewed it slowly.
Seeing that Shae was unwilling to drink, Tyrion did not force her. He filled two wine glasses, raised his glass and clinked it with Drogon's, then drank and continued to eat the meat.
Seeing Tyrion slowly getting into the mood, Drogon was somewhat satisfied. Drinking like this was fun. It was fun to be alone, how could it be as comfortable as drinking with a dragon?
After finishing a bag of mare's milk, Drogon just felt a little bit drunk, but Tyrion was already a little tipsy.
Throwing the wineskin aside, Tyrion took the initiative to pick up the firewine can. Seeing Tyrion's narrowed eyes, Shae knew that he had drunk almost enough and might get drunk if he drank more. But she knew that this was not the time to stop her man. If she stopped him, Tyrion would definitely scold her.
She looked at Drogon again, still stuffing the meat into his mouth slowly and not looking like he was drunk at all. She glanced up and down at Drogon's small body, wondering how he could hold so much meat and wine.
Tyrion opened the lid of the wine, and a strong smell of alcohol came out. Even though he was a little drunk, he couldn't help but tilt his head. Shireen even sat back half a meter, afraid of being drunk by the alcohol. Shae quickly moved her butt away from Tyrion.
Although Tyrion felt a little dizzy, he knew that the jar contained no ordinary liquor, and he paused slightly when pouring the wine.
Drogon knew how strong the firewine was. Even the bravest Dothraki khal did not dare to drink a whole glass of red wine at a time. Only a dragon like himself with flaming body could swallow the firewine in big gulps.
Flying up to stop Tyrion's hand from pouring wine, Drogon used his wing to hook the bottom third of the cup.
Just let me pour a little at the bottom of the cup? Tyrion immediately felt insulted, "Half a cup is fine, but what's the big deal about just pouring the bottom of the cup?"
I hardened my heart and poured myself a glass. At worst I could get drunk today.
Seeing Tyrion pouring himself a full cup, Drogon couldn't help but grin, "You poured it yourself, don't blame me for not reminding you when the time comes!"
After taking two bites of meat, Drogon picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Tyrion's, tilted his head back, and gulped down the entire glass of firewine.
"Well!"
Drogon couldn't help but burp, and the smell of alcohol mixed with smoke and sparks came out of his mouth, which scared Shae.
Tyrion's bleary-eyed eyes felt a chill in his heart as he looked at the scene. "Isn't this kind of fire wine meant for dragons? Will it burn your throat if you drink it yourself?"
But he had already filled the glass with wine, so he had to drink it anyway. He put the glass in his mouth, and before he even touched the wine he felt the strong smell of alcohol, which made his breathing stagnate. He swallowed his saliva, closed his eyes, raised his hand and took a big gulp.
"Ahem…"
After swallowing half of the wine, Tyrion sprayed the rest of the wine on Shae.
He held his throat with his hand and lay on Xue Yi's stomach, coughing violently. His face turned red and his neck became thicker.
"Water... water!" Tyrion asked Shae for water as soon as he caught his breath. Shae didn't bother to wipe her clothes. She hurriedly took the kettle next to her, poured a glass of water and handed it to Tyrion.
After taking a few big gulps of water, Tyrion felt his throat feel a little better, but his stomach still felt like it was on fire, making him feel uncomfortable. He gasped for breath, hoping to dissipate the heat in his stomach.
Seeing Tyrion's embarrassment, Drogon grinned and trembled non-stop, with a look of gloating, "This is the end of being stubborn."
Tyrion's series of self-rescue measures made Shireen want to laugh but was too embarrassed to do so. Her face turned red from holding it in, and she quickly turned her head and pretended to read a book.
After taking a few sips of the water Shae handed over again, Tyrion slowly recovered and said, "This is not a drink for people! It must be brewed by the queen specially for you, right?"
Even though he knew Drogon couldn't speak, Tyrion couldn't help but ask.
Hearing Tyrion's question, Drogon couldn't help laughing again.