The dinner party lasted until midnight, and everyone had a fantastic time. Yun Tianqi, in particular, demonstrated what it meant to be a man from the northwestern grasslands, drinking Jiangyang, Chen Yao, and Ye Feng until they threw in the towel.
Thanks to years of practice, Xiao Chen barely managed to keep pace with Yun Tianqi. As for Su Chen, he drank a fair amount of wine but didn't touch the Maotai. The others had it all to themselves. Toward the end of the night, Su Chen even brought out the aged Maotai Jiangyang had gifted him.
Not counting Su Chen, the five of them downed a full ten bottles of Maotai, ten bottles of fifty-year-aged wine, and six bottles of forty-year-aged wine!
Su Chen himself only drank one bottle of the fifty-year-aged wine.
"That's about it for today. Let's call it a night," Xiao Chen said, seeing that everyone had recovered somewhat.
Su Chen nodded, called Jiang Hui over, and whispered a few words in his ear.
