Chengzi's boisterous claims at the drinking table were indeed forgotten the next day.
Waking up from his hangover, he saw all the people from the thirteenth team sitting around his bed, looking at him with sympathy.
Sitting up with a groggy head, he looked at everyone, very puzzled.
"What's going on here? Was I snoring?"
The crowd shook their heads.
"Then did I go crazy with drink and disturb you all last night?"
The crowd shook their heads again.
"So what is it, why are you all looking at me like this? I'm not dead yet!"
Chengzi, agitated, shook his head so hard it hurt; he vowed never to drink again as he vigorously massaged his temples.
"Could someone get me a glass of water?"
The biggest discomfort after a hangover was a headache, followed by a dry throat. Right now, his throat was so parched he felt it could emit smoke.
No sooner had he spoken than several people scrambled to get him water.
This—
"Here, added some honey."