The liquor of that year truly wasn't so easy to get drunk on.
They were just using this method to send Zheng Mukai packing, thick-skinned as they were, and after this act, they would shamelessly sit there and continue eating and drinking.
"Hey, Buji, wake up, it's enough." After sitting up properly, Sun Yixie reached out and nudged Lei Buji.
To his surprise, the response was a snoring sound.
"Dang, really drunk?" Sun Yixie said, "After all, he's a kid, can't handle his liquor."
In reality, when he said this, he was somewhat presumptuous, for in this universe, physically, he was only a year or two older than Lei Buji; Lei Buji truly passed out, simply because he had fewer opportunities to drink since he was young, lacked the experience and endurance, so being hit with a pot of liquor in one go was too much for him, unlike himself and Huang Donglai, who had grown up in more affluent circumstances and had more chances to drink.
