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Chapter 249 Can fish really be raised in a cup?
Zhao Gang picked up his second cup, looked at the two dwarves, Balin and Thorin, and spoke enthusiastically.
"This second cup is called 'Deep Affection and Profound Loyalty'!"
"A toast to the profound friendship between our Great Xia and the Dwarf race, a friendship that feels like a long-awaited meeting!"
Balin looked down at the bowl of wine that had been refilled, the taste of which was still lingering in his mouth, leaving him wanting more.
Hearing the phrase "a friendship that feels like we met too late," I immediately felt that it was so true!
The Great Xia people offered their help, providing the dwarves with the equipment they needed, fine wine, and incredible hospitality. They could never have dreamed of such a good ally.
Drink! You have to drink!
So another bowl was finished.
At this moment, Zhao Gang had already raised his third bowl of wine, his smile undiminished.
"This third cup is the most important!"
"Let's call it 'Creating the Future Together'!"
"May we join forces and utterly defeat the demons, sending them fleeing the continent of Terra!"
After a few drinks, Bahrain and Sorin were both in high spirits. Upon hearing this, the two, their blood boiling, roared.
"That's right!" "Well said!"
They picked up their third bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
Including the first bowl, he had already downed four bowls in a row. Even with Bahrain's amazing alcohol tolerance, he felt his stomach burning.
He had just caught his breath and was about to eat a bite when Zhao Gang had already filled his bowl again.
"Commander-in-Chief Bahrain, those three cups were a token of our command's respect."
"This glass is from me, Zhao Gang, to you, our hero!"
"You led your people across thousands of miles to break through the demon's encirclement. For the future of the dwarves, you fought hard, shedding blood and sweat. You are truly a role model for us all!"
"I admire you, I'll do it, you can do as you please!"
Zhao Gang finished another bowl and then looked at Bahrain with a smile.
Bahrain blinked, feeling as if Zhao Gang were a kindred spirit he had known for a long time.
Yes, only I know how much anxiety and hardship I endured leading my people out of this place.
But he was willing to shed blood and sweat so that the dwarves could continue!
The three great joys in life are: passing the imperial examination, the wedding night, and meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
Although he didn't understand these three great joys, the happiness of meeting a kindred spirit in a foreign land was genuine.
Now, all my close friends have done it, but I'm just doing it casually?
Wouldn't that make me look petty?
No! Dwarves can die, but they can't be stingy when it comes to drinking!
"Drink!" Balin roared, excitedly downing another bowl.
This was as if a switch had been flipped.
The soldiers at the other tables immediately found the call to "attack".
"Even Commander Zhao has shown respect! We should do the same!"
"Come on, brothers at all tables, let's raise a toast to our dwarf brothers!"
"Yes, yes, yes! For friendship!"
The atmosphere in the entire camp immediately became lively.
Some soldiers even taught the dwarves to play drinking games, with a set of words and rules that left the dwarves bewildered.
Because of the beautiful words and the delicious wine that suited their tastes, they couldn't refuse the enthusiasm and were all forced to drink quite a bit.
At this moment, a young soldier, after knocking over everything at the table, took the opportunity to run to Thorin's side with his bowl.
He had sharp eyes and noticed that there was only half a mouthful of wine left in Thorin's bowl. He pointed at the glass with a pained expression.
"Elder Thorin, I usually have the utmost respect for you, but now..."
"Where we're from, this is called 'raising fish in your glass,' which is a major taboo when drinking!"
"No, no, I'll do it. You decide what to do!"
Thorin was a little tipsy at this point, and he was pleased to hear the other person say that he respected him the most.
But what the other person said next... He looked down at his own bowl, then at the other person's empty bowl, his mind filled with questions.
Raising fish? What kind of fish?
He couldn't understand the logic behind it at all, but the other person's attitude of "you're letting me down if you don't drink" made him feel uncomfortable all over.
"I...I did it too!"
Thorin tilted his head back and finished the half-mouth of wine.
"Great!" The young soldier immediately refilled his cup.
"Elder, you truly live up to your reputation as my idol. Not only are you a highly respected elder, but you also have such a high tolerance for alcohol. I must offer you another toast!"
Thorin was completely dumbfounded.
His eyes seemed to freeze, and some of them were out of alignment.
He found himself trapped in an incomprehensible loop.
Drinking, showing respect, being respected, then drinking again...
Throughout the banquet, the dwarves were completely captivated by the "drinking culture" of the Great Xia Dynasty.
As soon as they took a few bites of the roasted meat, soldiers immediately came over with bowls of wine.
"Dude, if you only eat and don't drink, your love life won't be easy!"
"Come on, let's have a drink!"
They had barely taken a sip of water when the soldiers arrived again.
"Brothers, deep feelings, down it in one gulp. Shallow feelings, just a lick."
"Is your drinking of water just a superficial sip of water?
The dwarves' worldview was severely impacted.
They always thought drinking was just about who could drink the most, never imagining there were so many "reasons" and "rules" involved.
Every rule sounds strange, but you can't argue with it because they are all related to "friendship", "respect" and "feelings".
Gradually, the dwarves stopped thinking and simply succumbed to enthusiastic shouts of "Cheers!", "Drink!", and "Fill it up!"
One cup after another!
Balin Copperhammer had no idea how much he had drunk. He only felt dizzy and clung to Zhao Gang's arm, slurring his words as if they were brothers.
"Brother Zhao... Brother Zhao, you people of Great Xia are... so... so hospitable!"
"I...I like it!"
Zhao Gang patted him on the back with a smile and poured him another bowl of wine.
"Drink more if you like! You don't have this kind of wine here, so try it!"
"Yes! It's delicious...I love it!"
Bahrain picked up the bowl, stood up unsteadily, and before he could finish speaking, he swayed and fell straight back down, snoring loudly.
The commander has been killed in action!
Seeing this, Lin Mo patted Zhao Gang, who was also quite drunk, and finally stood up, exhaling a long breath of alcohol, his steps a little unsteady.
He was also drunk.
Although he was very restrained, and with Zhao Gang playing drinking games with the other two dwarfs, they kept drinking.
However, some of the drinks he received, or those toasted by the dwarves, still made him drink quite a bit.
He turned his head and looked around. Looking around, he saw that the dozen or so tables of dwarves, including the warriors, were all slumped over or lying on the ground, snoring.
These soldiers all collapsed after successfully completing their missions; some even managed to stay awake while helping the people at the next table finish their tasks.
"You're all great!" Lin Mo shouted, emboldened by the alcohol.
Although this was the first time the dwarves had tasted the strong liquor of the Great Xia Dynasty, they were all heavy drinkers and their alcohol tolerance was not bad.
Even when pressured to drink by playing drinking games, the soldiers would occasionally get lucky and drink quite a bit.
Thorin was the last to fall.
Before he collapsed, he grabbed a soldier's sleeve and asked, slurring his words, "I can't understand what I'm saying."
"Brother... tell me... is it... possible to... keep fish in a cup...?"