"Ding!"
Inside the Dragon Tiger Gang, four people elegantly clink their glasses and then drink their wine dry.
Jiang Dali hasn't moved yet, Xiao Feng laughs heartily, picks up the wine jar, changes to a big bowl and fills a cup for him, saying delightedly, "Today, our brothers and friends rarely get together to drink. Small cups aren't satisfying, let's switch to big bowls."
"Good! It's rare to reunite, indeed we should not leave until we're drunk!"
Lu Xiaofeng smiles faintly, his two mustaches almost curling onto his face, his eyebrows dancing with delight.
Sikong Zhaixing shakes his head with a troubled look, waving his hand, "No, no, you drink, you drink. My alcohol tolerance is about right with cups; drinking with bowls, perhaps tonight I can't be a Gentleman on the Beam and might have to sneak flowers and steal people."
Everyone laughs loudly at this, then clinks their glasses with fervor, the atmosphere lively.
