Two bottles per person, quaffed in one go, almost half a bowl even with a large ocean-sized bowl.
"Cheers!" Zhan Feilong genuinely laughed this time, you just wait and see kid, showing off, huh? One bowl down and you'll immediately turn into a dead dog, damn it!
What followed was an astonishing scene. Zhu Bufan first set down his empty bowl, and before putting it down, he purposely swayed the bottom of the bowl upwards twice, not a single drop of liquor left. Then looking at him, his face wasn't red, he wasn't out of breath, not a single problem at all.
Half a minute later, Zhan Feilong painfully set down his ocean-sized bowl, having also finished drinking, but looking at his face flushing red, panting heavily like a bull, he was obviously in a lot of pain.
He now had no time to mock Zhu Bufan, eagerly picking up a bowl of sweet soup in front of him and gulping it down.
