Of course, we can't drink three bottles of wine. After drinking one bottle, our tongues will roll, especially John's eyes. He was thrown out by Wesley to get some air, but he returned after a while. He felt like he could drink another bottle.
Mu Yuan did not listen to old mu. When it came to drinking, it was fine as long as one was happy. He had never agreed with the culture of forcing people to drink. Although Rayleigh was not drunk, he was half-dead.
"Little Yuan, your alcohol tolerance isn't bad. You drank the most, but you didn't even blush." John was impressed. Xiao Qiao could hold her liquor well. Of course, Xiao Qiao wasn't considered a woman, so there was nothing she couldn't do.
There was Chinese food on the table. Lilia and Amanda had made California-style roast duck and roast steak. It was extremely sumptuous, and there were almost no green vegetables. The vegetables were mainly potatoes and onions, and the rest were all big meat.
