The cups were pushed and the wine goblets exchanged; the wine table was in full swing.
A bottle of warm Shaoxing wine, heated by hot water, was shared among Cheng Su and the others; during the peak of their merriment, they even started giving drinking commands.
Among those present, Ying Xiaoya was a college student, and Ning Ge had also been educated abroad; the two of them naturally had no trouble with the commands. As for Cheng Su, she had lived through two lifetimes, but it was Qi Taiguo, not well-educated and known as a rough military man, who couldn’t match their wordplay.
So, naturally, he ended up drinking the most because he couldn’t keep up with the commands and had to be punished.
"It seems I also need to read more in the future," Qi Taiguo said with a self-deprecating smile.
Without comparison, there would be no hurt; when the rest of them played word games, they spoke with ease, and only he struggled to come up with a word, always needing Cheng Su to save the day.
"Big Brother Qi, at this rate, we couldn’t compare with you in shooting or martial arts, so should we also start practicing shooting and learning martial arts?" Ying Xiaoya said, trying to comfort him with a smile.
"Exactly, every field has its specialties, and if we were to compete, we wouldn’t stand a chance," Cheng Su also laughed, then added, "But I do agree with you reading more, being a refined soldier has its own charm."
"Understood!" Qi Taiguo replied, pretending to be serious.
Ning Ge and the others laughed.
After finishing the drink and tidying up the dinner table, they sat for a while; then, Cheng Su called Guihua, Hualing, and the others to make glutinous rice balls. Hualing was lazy and didn’t know how to make them, so she just helped around, passing water and the like.
It was Old Madam Liang, perhaps because of years of hard work, who had the strength to knead the dough until it was the right consistency.
They also fried peanuts and sesame seeds; the weather was cold, and the nuts quickly cooled down before they added sugar to mix in. Everyone rolled up their sleeves and got to work.
You kneaded the dough; I made the wrappers for the rice balls; you wrapped the filling, I rolled them round. Talking and laughing along, the scene was bustling with activity.


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