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This was the wine that her father had brought back from the military, a tribute from some distant land. It was awarded to him after his last victory, and he had brought it back in a jar that still hadn’t been finished after all these years.
The reason was simple: the wine was too strong. Qi Chong had once sneaked a drink at thirteen and ended up drunk after just two cups, sleeping the whole day away.
Yu Chunmiao waved her hand dismissively, saying, “Don’t worry, I can handle it.”
The brewing techniques of ancient times were limited; without distillation, achieving a twenty-degree alcohol content was already impressive. How much stronger could it possibly be?
As she spoke, she took a large gulp.
Qi Chong, who was about to suggest she take smaller sips, inhaled sharply in surprise.
He sat up straight, his right leg on the ground, ready to catch her if she fainted from the drink.
As soon as the wine hit her mouth, Yu Chunmiao sensed something was off. It was spicy; before she could swallow, the heat shot up her nose. Why was she hesitating to swallow?
Could she spit out what was already in her mouth?
Rolling her throat, she forced down a big mouthful of wine.
“Isn’t this more like a throat-cutting knife?” she thought to herself.
Seeing her wide-eyed expression and dazed look, Qi Chong regretted agreeing to let her drink.
“How is it?” he asked.
Yu Chunmiao pinched her throat and replied, “This wine can’t be called anything other than Life Water.”
Life Water—vodka with an alcohol content of one hundred ninety-eight. Among all the drinks she had tried, this one left the deepest impression on her. After finishing just two ounces, she had spent an entire night sleeping in the stable.
Qi Chong didn’t understand what she meant and quickly opened his arms. “Put down the bowl and stop drinking!”
Yu Chunmiao took a deep breath; that damned competitive spirit made her take another sip.
After the second gulp went down, Yu Chunmiao set down the wine bowl and leaned on the table with satisfaction. This wine had a kick.
Her bold demeanor made Qi Chong see her as a female bandit. Was this really the same girl who had cried at the sight of a snake? The one who had been so frightened by a wild boar that she had jumped into his arms crying?
Before long, Yu Chunmiao understood why this wine was called Men Er Quan.
Whoever named it hit the nail on the head. Her chest felt like it was being pummeled by Tyson through two layers of blankets.
She clutched her chest, motionless as she waited for this barrage of punches to pass.
The punch had passed, but the effects of the alcohol were kicking in. Once a person got drunk, all they could think about were sad memories.
She staggered over to Qi Chong, her words slurred and unclear. "Do you know how Yu Chunmiao's mother died?"
Qi Chong helped her steady herself and asked, "How did she die?" He had heard it was due to drowning; was there more to the story?
Yu Chunmiao squinted her eyes and shook her head, cursing loudly, "Damn that Yu Daman, that rotten Gambler! When she heard he was going to sell her mother off to a brothel, her mother jumped into the river. Hahaha, why doesn’t Yu Daman just go die?"
Yu Chunmiao's mother was the best mother in the world. She shouldn't have died; she just shouldn't have.
Qi Chong found it strange how Yu Chunmiao spoke about her own situation as if it were someone else's. But when dealing with a drunk person, the best approach was to go along with their train of thought.
"Yes, she shouldn’t have died. Are you feeling upset?"
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