Two men, a case of wine, and a whole night of swearing about women.
Same old place, street stall, Su Qing and Wang Xing sit facing each other.
"Qing... Qingzi, if... if you can't drink... go sit with the dogs!" Wang Xing says, waving a beer bottle, his speech slightly slurred.
"What's the rush? I'm drinking, aren't I?" Su Qing responds impatiently, holding up his bottle.
To this, Wang Xing slams the table and shouts, "Bullshit, you've had one serving of spicy hot pot with my six beers, do you even count as human?"
Hearing this, Su Qing looks at the unfinished spicy hot pot in front of him, feeling a bit embarrassed. It's not that he can't drink; it's just that today Wang Xing is set on getting drunk, and someone has to get him home in the end.
"Drink, drink, drink, stop dawdling, looks like you're holding your liquor well today, come on!" Su Qing fills his glass to the brim, and then promptly spills it behind him.
