Late in the evening, Luo Haotian woke up with some incoherent fragments in his mind, but he knew he had really embarrassed himself today.
Luo Qiao came over to see he was awake and brought him a bowl of porridge, and also prepared a plate of delicious side dishes, "Dad, how are you feeling now?"
Luo Haotian, patting his still slightly dizzy head, replied, "I'm okay now, sorry to have worried you."
Luo Qiao put down the side dishes, took a spoon, and stirred the porridge in the bowl, "Have a bowl of porridge first, nourish your stomach. You should drink less alcohol in the future, drinking too much is uncomfortable and harmful to your health."
Luo Haotian felt a warmth in his heart, "Understood, it won't happen again, indeed it was quite embarrassing."
Luo Qiao smiled, "Did you remember something?"
Luo Haotian took the porridge, "Too fragmented from drinking, it's all bits and pieces but still quite embarrassing."