"Alright then, let's go with Maotai."
Upon seeing Luofeng nod, Chen Dali naturally called the waiter over and began arranging for the Maotai.
"Brother Feng, let me toast you."
As soon as the Maotai liquor arrived, An Peng was the first to issue a challenge. After all, the face he'd lost on the racetrack had to be reclaimed at the dinner table.
"Brother Peng, you're too polite."
After clinking glasses, they both downed their drinks in one gulp. The cups held about one liang each.
Chen Dali also actively joined the fray. "Come on, cheers! Li Mu, Duanmu Feng, let's all drink together!"
"Brother Dali, a toast to you!" exclaimed Duanmu Feng, lifting his glass.
Although Chen Dali hadn't called him, Lin Xiaoyun also chimed in, "Cheers, cheers!"
"Brother Feng, I think we should split into two teams, four against three. How about you, Brother Dali, and Brother Xiaoyun form one team?" An Peng suggested.
