The next day, when Xu Ke came downstairs, he bumped into the innkeeper, who was covering his head and yawning, "How did you rest yesterday?" Xu Ke asked.
The innkeeper's eyes were somewhat swollen from sleep. Hearing Xu Ke's voice, he struggled to open his eyes, which were almost swollen shut, and looked at Xu Ke with an exceptionally fragile look on his face, "Don't even mention it, I drank way too much yesterday. My head feels like it's going to explode this morning. I really didn't expect you to handle your alcohol so well. If I knew you could drink that much, I definitely wouldn't have tried to outdrink you." The innkeeper's face showed a fearful expression, making him look especially pitiful.
Looking at the other's miserable appearance, Xu Ke not only felt no sympathy but rather wanted to laugh.
"I didn't know you couldn't hold your liquor. I thought you looked like you could drink a lot," Xu Ke said with a grin lacking sincerity.
