"What's up? Lao Fang, you chicken out even before drinking? If you're scared, take a right out the door, don't squat in the restroom, and don't come back."
Wei Shengli opened a bottle of baijiu and filled a glass for Fang Qingping, which now had more than four taels.
Fang Qingping, being someone who cares about face, couldn't just admit defeat like that. He slammed the table and pointed at Wei Shengli's nose, "Bastard Lao Wei, today I'm gonna drink you till you call me daddy!"
"Alright, come on!" Wei Shengli chuckled, his provocation had worked.
The mutton was served quickly, and the group ate and drank. The mutton here was indeed authentic, transported from Inner Mongolia, freshly slaughtered, and very fresh.
Wei Shengli, Fang Qingping, and Zhang Xiaojun were already in a drinking battle, while Jiang Xiaobai couldn't be bothered to compete, occasionally taking a sip, focusing on eating.
