"Uncle Mu has spoken; tonight Yihang won't rest until he's drunk!" Liang Yihang took the lead in setting an example.
Huang Qingtian also nodded in agreement, "Alright, Dad!"
Mu Weidong slightly nodded in affirmation of the young men's example.
Subsequently, the three grown men started to drink.
They downed glass after glass as if it were plain water.
But Mu Keren was sure it was not plain water.
She had become curious earlier and wanted to sneak a sip of what Huang Qingtian was drinking. However, when she attempted to steal his cup, he caught her little hand and tickled her mercilessly.
In the end, Huang Qingtian dipped his chopsticks into the drink and put it to her lips, letting her have a taste.
It was that very liquid from the chopsticks that left Keren's little tongue burning till now, and even drinking almost half a bowl of soup didn't help.