Li Yuan saw the hopeful look in Zhong Tingyue's eyes and nodded, standing up to grab four bottles of Budweiser beer. He secured a bottle with his left hand and, using a chopstick in his right, deftly pried the cap off.
Watching Li Yuan skillfully open the bottle with a chopstick, Ding Shanshan clicked her tongue in amazement. "Tsk, tsk. Li Yuan, opening a beer like that... you must be a Northerner. You look like you can really drink."
Li Yuan replied with a smile, "Back in my hometown, with my alcohol tolerance, I'd have to sit at the children's table during meals."
Ding Shanshan pouted, clearly unconvinced. "Oh, come on. You're just messing with us."
"Back home, we down thousands of cups of baijiu; beer is nothing."
Li Yuan just laughed it off. He wasn't actually lying. With his low tolerance, he wouldn't even dare claim to be a drinker among his colleagues in the system.
