Everyone could tell that it was Sanwang.
Dawang jumped down to the ground, ignoring his shoes and proceeding barefoot as he rushed to the main room. There, he snatched Sanwang’s wine bottle and carried the child directly back to the kang.
Sanwang was still kicking about, “Diao Yide, what does your heart say? My sister-in-law Ah Qing, please lean against the big tree to enjoy the shade. When I see you, I no longer waver~”
After being dragged away, the smell of wine wafted out of the kitchen and filled the entire house.
Lin Lan hurriedly put on her clothes and went to the east room with Han Qingsong to have a look.
Dawang wrapped the freezing Sanwang under the blanket, who was still thumping and singing. Everything he sputtered out were things he heard on the radio or taught by Liu Chuncai. It didn’t matter if he knew them or not previously because at this moment, he was singing his heart out as if he was the main character of a grand play.
Erwang and Maisui also leaned over and asked him what was going on.
Maisui, “What’s going on here? At such a young age, he’s already drinking to rid himself of worries?”
Erwang, “I guess he felt sad when he failed the exam. Sigh, I didn’t expect Sanwang to be this serious about it; I misjudged him.”
Lin Lan, to hell with drinking away his worries, who on earth is going to believe that? I think he deserves a beating.
Han Qingsong touched Sanwang’s forehead and body as Lin Lan asked nervously, “Does he have a fever?”
Han Qingsong said calmly, “He’s okay.”
Erwang, “I’ll make him a bowl of ginger soup to make sure he doesn’t actually catch a cold. I? didn’t even realise that he left the room just now.”
Lin Lan, “You go and lie down. Since I’m up anyway, I’ll make the soup.”
Han Qingsong then asked her to go back to the kang, offering to cook.
And how was Lin Lan going to accept that? Naturally, she felt like she just had to do something. She was already slightly guilty when she saw Sanwang’s depressed demeanour before going to bed. Now, she felt even worse.
Han Qingsong helped her light the fire as Lin Lan sliced the ginger.
Their house started to light a fire in the middle of the night. When others saw it, they assumed that Lin Lan’s family got up in the middle of the night to make some more delicious food.
This greedy woman’s hat was absolutely iron-clad and it was probably something she would never be able to take off for the rest of her life.
Lin Lan asked Dawang to watch over Sanwang and gave him some warm water so he wouldn’t vomit.
Sanwan’s face was flushed from drinking. Soon after getting into the bed, his whole body was warm again. He started to kick and thrash about as Dawang held him down tightly.
After the ginger soup was ready, Lin Lan added a large spoonful of brown sugar to it to relieve Sanwang from the hangover.
I don’t know if there will be any side effects from this brat becoming this drunk at such a young age.
Lin Lan’s brain started sifting through the endless possibilities of alcohol addiction and poisoning.
The taste was sweet yet slightly spicy, seemingly very suitable for Sanwang’s taste.? He thought that he was drinking as he smacked his lips, “Good wine, good wine! Waiter, three more bowls!”