Malt ball and fried cake, loach gangtou, along with Eryang, all the brothers present today stepped up, each taking an Altar.
Everyone here used to be garrison soldiers, a whole group of muscle-bound men lined up neatly, drinking wine voraciously, drawing waves of cheers from the surrounding crowd.
Seven Altars were handed out, leaving five more.
Wang Yunxiao downed the eighteenth bowl, wiped his mouth, slightly tipsy.
With his current physique, this bit of alcohol is really no issue; even industrial ethanol would be fine.
But his bladder might not handle it.
He let out a long breath, wiped the sweat off his head, and as Wang Yunxiao was about to grab the Altar of wine from under the table, someone outside shouted, "Hey Wang! Can I have a sip of this wine?"
The onlookers immediately erupted into a commotion.
This is a common trope in plays, described using future internet slang, it's a "meme".
