Three rounds of drinks and five dishes later.
The alcohol started to kick in.
The sounds of the drinking games were crisp, and the shouts rose and fell.
Of course, Ye Fan didn't join the fist-guessing group; if he really joined, it would mess up the generational hierarchy.
One is a future uncle, the other a future father-in-law. How could he possibly play drinking games with them?
Chu Zhongtian and Xu Dalong were like two generals on the battlefield, using every strategy to make the other drink.
Back and forth, they drank merrily.
Ye Fan poured drinks while also taking them.
Chu Zhongtian lost two drinks, he took one; Xu Dalong lost two drinks, he also took one.
Doing this, he drank as much as Chu Zhongtian and Xu Dalong combined.
Chu Erzhu left the dining table after eating his fill, encouraging the younger generation to relax.
Sitting on the sofa not far away, he occasionally glanced at the lively scene with warmth in his eyes.
