Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

Chapter 216 Two Critical Hit, Drunk and Rambling

"Pfft... Ugh... Ugh..."

"Spicy!! What is this? This wine is so spicy, it's not sweet at all... Ugh... Spicy... Ugh..."

The strong liquor went down his throat, the paper was poured into his stomach, and a burning sensation surged from his body. The stimulating feeling made Qin Henian's eyes redden slightly, and the burning sensation in his throat made the small tears in his eyes almost fall out of his eyes...

Fortunately, at that moment, Zhang Qilin, who was standing next to him, suddenly remembered that the bowl in front of him was empty, so he found some water to help He Nian rinse his mouth.

No sooner said than done, Zhang Qilin gave Hei Xiazi a wink while quickly walking out the door, grabbing his bowl and rushing into the kitchen.

Upon arriving in the kitchen, Zhang Qilin immediately looked at the refrigerator, quickly opened the top door, and was momentarily stunned by the colorful bottles and various packaging of water inside…

What are all these things? They don't look like juice, and they don't look like water. Zhang Qilin flipped through them for a long time but still couldn't figure them out. They all seemed to be from the same brand, so they should be fine, right?

Life is tough, even the Qilin sighs.

Zhang Qilin had excellent hearing. Hearing Qin Henian still shouting "spicy!" from time to time in the living room, he quickly reached into the refrigerator and picked up two green bottles with different packaging: one a frosted glass bottle and the other a green plastic bottle.

Surely one of them is right? Zhang Qilin remembered a new type of beverage, it was bubbly, and the packaging was green. It sounded really good, so it must be one of these two...

living room.

Qin Henian's face flushed crimson, his mind buzzing as he pondered why modern liquor was so strong, why it was different from the liquor he used to drink, why it wasn't fragrant or sweet, yet its aroma was intensely spicy...

Qin Henian sat in his chair, questioning his existence as a beast, seemingly oblivious to the fact that when he first arrived in this place, the land was still ruled by a feudal dynasty. At that time, humans did not have the method to make strong liquor; they mainly made rice wine, fruit wine, sweet wine, and so on...

His best friend, Zhao Zheng, possessed the finest wines, as described above. Later, based on Qin Henian's tastes, it was natural that after Zhao Zheng's death, his descendants and loyal followers would support their precious young prince according to the records he had written or the official records.

"Sigh... Sigh... Huff..."

A deep breath caught in his throat, the burning sensation lingering for a long time. Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of Qin Henian, holding an open green can of soda…

"drink!"

Glug... Glug... Glug...

"Uh...uh..."

Qin Henian looked at the water in front of him without thinking much, opened his mouth and pressed it to his lips, his throat bobbing... Just as he was swallowing the water with gurgling sounds, a bitter taste like malt suddenly rushed to his brain... The bitterness spread across his tongue...

So bitter, so bitter...

Qin Henian felt he could almost see his third uncle, who was always thinking about usurping the clan leadership...

Qin Henian's changes naturally didn't escape Zhang Qilin's notice. His gaze fell upon a pair of watery phoenix eyes, red-rimmed, and flushed... Zhang Qilin immediately realized something was wrong and quickly withdrew his hand, looking at the green water bottle... oh no... it was a large green aluminum can...

West... West... bitter beer...

! ! ! ! ! ! !

Zhang Qilin quickly put the can on the table and turned around to find the nearest trash can.

*Whoosh...* A black leather shoe kicked the trash can, sweeping towards Zhang Qilin. Zhang Qilin merely glanced up and met a pair of dark sunglasses... Hmm... Never mind...

After the trash can reached his feet, Qin Henian bent down and spat out all the bitter beer in his mouth, then looked up with a bitter smile.

How unlucky he is...

"Henian, can't you drink alcohol? Wait a minute... I remember last time we ate tangyuan at Wushanju, they had a lot of rice wine in them..."

Wu Xie looked at Qin Henian, who looked distressed, and pondered.

"No... this liquor is too strong. It made me dizzy and lightheaded. I'll never drink it again..."

Upon hearing Wu Xie's concern, Qin Henian looked distressed and said that his head was spinning, and his ears and earlobes were burning hot and uncomfortable...

"Then don't drink anymore, eat more vegetables. Fatty made some meatball and vegetable soup, drink some to sober up."

Wu Xie got up, reached for Qin Henian's rice bowl on the table, scooped up some soup with a ladle, and placed it steaming hot in front of Qin Henian's seat.

"Good brother, I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

Qin Henian's thoughts were already racing, and he immediately replied.

"what?"

Wu Xie looked completely bewildered…

"Tsk tsk tsk... Looks like my darling Henian has a low alcohol tolerance, tsk tsk..."

Suddenly, Hei Xiazi had a good idea. He got up and went to the kitchen. A moment later, he took out a glass bottle filled with a purple, juice-like liquid.

"Come here, my dear Henian, the blind man has brought you a bottle of grape juice. Try it and see if it tastes good!"

Hei Xiazi forcefully opened the glass bottle cap, and a grape aroma wafted out. He then handed it to the slightly dazed but adorable little baby.

"Good~"

Upon hearing Hei Xiazi's voice, Qin Henian knew that this was someone who cared about him, and accepted the bottle of "grape juice" without any suspicion.

"Wow~ Black Bear, you're so mean~ Bullying our little He Nian like this, you're doomed when he wakes up, haha~"

Fatty Wang sat at the head of the table and could clearly see the label on the bottle of grape juice: grape-flavored fruit wine.

"Tell me, is it fun or not?!"

Black Bear didn't care what Fatty Wang was saying. With such a perfect opportunity—he and Dumb Zhang were both there—why not take a look at how cute his wife was when she was drunk…tsk tsk tsk…

"Of course it's...fun, hehe...hehe..."

Wu Xie and Hei Xiazi's thought processes suddenly clicked, and they quickly agreed with each other. As if they had thought of something fun, Wu Xie suddenly stood up and rushed to Qin Henian. He took a pair of clean chopsticks from the table, picked up a piece of rib from the dish, and handed it to the dazed Qin Henian.

"Your Highness, come here~ Open your mouth, I'll get you a delicious piece of pork rib~"

Wu lowered his voice and spoke, his gentle tone quite intimidating.

"Ah~"

Qin Henian opened his small mouth, his cloudy little head still happily thinking about eating something delicious...

After the delicious meat was in my mouth, I chewed and swallowed it, spitting out the bones with my lips in my mouth...

"Your Highness, did you enjoy the spare ribs I fed you?"

Wu Xie's voice suddenly rang out again.

"good to eat!"

Qin Henian nodded in response.

"Then Your Highness, won't you bestow anything upon your subordinates?"

Wu Xie continued to deceive.

A reward? A gift?

Qin Henian's dazed mind suddenly conjured up a scene: it seemed that the burly Meng Tian had taken him to see a song and dance performance, where a leading girl dressed in a few pieces of cloth danced beautifully, and Meng Tian had rewarded her with a jade pendant...

How about we give you a little something?

Thinking this, Qin Henian raised his right paw, shook it, and a small golden sparrow, its entire body gleaming, its feathers, claws, and eyes vividly depicted, was held in his palm. He glanced sideways at the person beside him who seemed to have suddenly frozen, then handed the sparrow to them. He shifted his position in the chair, tilted his head back, and his dreamy eyes seemed to tell the other person…

Here you go—this is a gift from Your Highness!