"Bin, what's Hah'Er doing?" Qiao Wenqi, Mo Xiaomo, and Xu Ye were baffled by its actions. Was it asking for more food, or for another bowl of rice? And don't pandas eat bamboo?
"Sigh, you really can't go a single meal without it now, can you? We agreed—just one bowl!" Shen Yibin sighed, helplessly rubbing Hah'Er's big, furry head. 'This little guy is a lost cause. It's gotten addicted to alcohol.'
When he got up, pulled out a beer, and started pouring it into Hah'Er's special bowl, everyone was dumbfounded. Xu Ye's eyes widened. "Holy crap, is Hah'Er from the Storm Brew Family?"
"It's all my fault. I was having skewers one night and drank a bottle of beer, and this little guy has been hooked ever since. In fact, that video online was filmed when Hah'Er was drunk." At these words, Hah'Er lowered its head in shame. It seemed to regard that night's events as a disgrace, yet its two paws held the bowl perfectly steady, terrified of spilling a single drop.
