The Blessed (Book 5)

1419 - 1434

1419. EXTRA 3 Stingy Big Bun (2)
Translator: Guy Gone Bad

Before Ling Wen could say anything, Zeng Bowen said so, Every father is a mountain in the heart of his child, and that Third Lord Zeng was also like a mountain in his son's heart.

"Just drink this, and bring me a bowl."

Upon hearing that his third uncle highly praised it, Zeng Xuefu directly asked for a big bowl. He had heard that no one in the military camp used small cups, but instead, they all ate meat with big mouthfuls and drank wine in big bowls.

Others had to accept it and exchanged their cups for large bowls. Huzi and Long Dashan helped them fill them up, and the pungent smell of the wine made everyone frown and want to pinch their noses. But what did these children care most? Face, right?

"We are all men! Bottoms up!"

For the sake of face, Zeng Xuefu also went all out and said with a heroic attitude.

Everyone else was not willing to lose face here, except for Yan Shangqing who was not in a good mood. Everyone else had taken their bowls and stood up. Yan Xiaobei, the oldest, couldn't help but remind them, "I don't think so. The thing is strong. Let's drink it slowly."

"Oh come on! Men are supposed to take it with one gulp!"

The two children of the Zeng family just blindly imitated their dad, and ignored the fact that they were still little kids.

"Bottoms up!"

With their leading, other children also raised their heads to drink it up.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

When drinking with holding breath, it was OK. But as soon as the bowl was taken away from the mouth, everyone couldn't help but cough violently. Sorghum wine was a strong liquor for adults, and not even on the same level as the flower wine they usually drank.

For kids, how would they take it?

"Brother Wen, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Shangqing, the only one who didn't drink, was so scared that he almost cried. Ling Wen grabbed his arm and said in pain, "Water... water..."

"Oh, here, take it..."

Yan Shangqing quickly handed him his water cup, and Ling Wen trembled as he gulped it down.

"Ah... It's so uncomfortable, my throat hurts..."

"I have a stomachache and feel dizzy..."

"Ah..."

The scene immediately fell into chaos. Yan Shangqing looked at them helplessly and quickly gave them water one by one.

However, their symptoms did not alleviate, but instead they groaned even more. As soon as Zeng Xuefu, who drank the most quickly, fell down on the table, Yan Shangqing was so anxious that tears were falling down his face.

"Little Shangqing, don't cry. Call dad. Go call him..."

Yan Xiaobei said with a bitter smile, suppressing his discomfort.

"Yes, find Uncle Ling. Don't worry, Brother Wen. I'll go and call Uncle Ling right away. Uncle Ling..."

After his reminder, Yan Shangqing stuttered and ran out in a panic. Subsequently, Jingyun Mountain Manor was undoubtedly plunged into unprecedented chaos. Ling Jingxuan, who had not treated or operated on anyone for a long time, personally took charge and led a group of medical children to wash the stomachs of the children. The strong liquor burned their throats and stomachs, so Ling Jingxuan took out the precious Ganoderma lucidum that Wolf Daddy had brought back and boiled it into soup with the Crescent Spring water to feed them. He worked until midnight before he could rest completely.