Are beautiful women's hands soft?

[Tang Ziyun has met the binding standard, do you wish to bind?]

"Bind!"

[Binding successful. Tang Ziyun's favorability towards host: 30. Reward: 250,000.]

"Huh? Besides my ex-girlfriend, she's the first person to reach a favorability of over 20 right after binding. She has great potential."

Su Yang silently observed Tang Ziyun.

The three girls at the same table saw that their hands had been clasped for three to four seconds and hadn't let go.

One of the girls coughed twice and said, "So, how long are you two planning to hold hands?"

"Oh, sorry." Tang Ziyun shyly withdrew her jade hand and brushed her bangs away from her cheeks.

"Su Yang, can I add you on WeChat? I'd like to ask for your advice on singing in the future."

"Sure." Su Yang readily took out his phone.

"You scan me."

"Okay."

Beep~

After they added each other on WeChat, Tang Ziyun smiled with satisfaction. She looked at Su Yang, her face slightly flushed, and said, "Su Yang, would you like to sit down and have a couple of drinks?"

Su Yang was naturally very happy to accept Tang Ziyun's invitation, but he remembered that Pan Ning and the others were still inside, and it wouldn't look good for him to be drinking outside with someone else.

He smiled and politely declined, "I'll have a drink with you guys. Mainly because my friends are still inside, and I can't just leave them hanging."

"Oh, oh, I understand, I understand. Yuyu, pour Su Yang a drink." Tang Ziyun turned to the girl named Yuyu.

Su Yang took the beer handed to him by Yuyu. He raised his glass and clinked it with theirs, "Ladies, let me toast you."

With that, he tilted his head and drank it all in one go.

"Alright, I'm heading back in now. You guys have fun."

Saying that, Su Yang grabbed the window ledge and climbed back in.

As soon as he entered, he saw Pan Ning's knife-like gaze fixed on him.

Everyone else nearby watched the two of them with amused smiles.

Shen Yixue turned sideways and whispered to Zhang Ziming, "This guy is finished."

"Wh-what happened?" Su Yang stammered.

Pan Ning, with her legs crossed and a sharp gaze, looked at Su Yang and slowly said, "Was the beer good?"

"Uh, it was okay."

"Were the pretty girl's hands soft?"

"They were quite... soft... cough cough." Su Yang coughed and quickly stopped himself. He hurriedly looked at Meng Wenzhou.

"Hey, Old Meng, why hasn't the food arrived yet! I'm starving." Su Yang kept signaling to Meng Wenzhou.

Meng Wenzhou suppressed a laugh and said, "Oh, oh, I've already reminded them twice. They have a lot of customers today, so it should be here soon."

Amidst the somewhat awkward atmosphere, the waiter appeared, pushing a black trolley towards them.

The trolley was laden with all sorts of seafood barbecue: Boston lobster, mantis shrimp, mud crabs, king crab legs, tiger prawns, various types of snails, shellfish, and more. It looked incredibly delicious.

"Thank you for waiting, everyone. I apologize, we have too many customers today. Please forgive any shortcomings in our service." The waiter said as he took out the various dishes and placed them on the table.

"It's fine."

"Oh, right, Xiao Li, what about the drinks I ordered?"

"Oh, we'll bring the drinks right away, please wait a moment." After placing the food, the waiter, Xiao Li, turned and ran towards the bar.

Seeing the large table full of food, Su Yang quickly changed the subject.

"Wow, this all looks delicious. I won't be polite, I'll try it first."

He said this and picked up a large Boston lobster to start eating.

Pan Ning no longer dwelled on the previous matter. She had actually just been teasing Su Yang deliberately. After all, they weren't a couple anymore, and she couldn't control who Su Yang added on WeChat.

Soon, Xiao Li returned, carrying a wooden crate to their table.

The wooden crate was open-style, with 12 bottles of frozen black-bottled beer inserted into the round holes on top.

"Here are the drinks. Young Master Meng, should I open all of them?"

"What do you think? This much isn't even enough to rinse my mouth. Give me ten more cases."

"Alright, let me open these few bottles first." Xiao Li began opening the beers one by one and placing them on the table.

Su Yang looked at the beer he had never seen before and asked, "What kind of beer is this?"

Xiao Li introduced while opening the drinks, "Handsome guy, this is known as the Rolls-Royce of beers, Xifleitlun W12 Craft Beer. It's also known as the best beer in the world."

"Known as? How much is a bottle?"

"150 a bottle."

"A bottle of beer for 150?" Su Yang was a bit shocked. It wasn't that he thought 150 was expensive, but he felt beer just wasn't worth that price.

In his memory, a bottle of beer was only a few yuan, and even the pricier ones were around ten or twenty yuan at most. He'd never imagined one bottle could cost 150.

"Heh heh, handsome guy, don't think it's expensive. This beer is really hard to get. Young Master Meng specially ordered it for us today, and it's only being served to your table for the whole venue."

"Heh heh, as expected of my Brother Meng. He gets special service wherever he goes," Liu Bo chuckled from the side.

"Stop the nonsense. Drink as much as you want today, there's plenty of alcohol. No one leaves until they're drunk. Little Li, go get fifty more bottles."

"Right away, Young Master Meng! I'll go now!" Little Li scurried off again.

Zhang Ziming, who hadn't spoken for a while, looked at the group and said, "I have a small suggestion. Just eating and drinking like this isn't very interesting. How about we add some pressure?"

"Tell us more."

"Let's play a simple game, 'Who is the Spy.' Whoever loses each round has to drink half a bottle, how about that?"

"Half a bottle?" Shen Yixue pinched Zhang Ziming. Angrily, she asked, "Are you trying to get me drunk to death?"

Zhang Ziming cried out in pain, "Ouch, ouch, ouch, that hurts! Fine, if you lose, you can drink one cup, and we guys will drink half a bottle."

Shen Yixue looked at the cups on the table and said, "Okay."

Pan Ning chimed in, "Are you stupid? This bottle is 330 milliliters, and this cup, when filled, holds at least 160 milliliters. Isn't that almost half the bottle?"

"Huh?" Shen Yixue was stunned. She quickly picked up a bottle of beer from the table and poured it into the cup. When the cup was full, she looked at the beer bottle, and there was about half a bottle left.

She turned to glare at Zhang Ziming, pouting, "Zhang Ziming! Are you tricking me?!"

"Uh, I didn't know. I thought the cup would hold a little less when filled," Zhang Ziming quickly explained.

"Hmph, no way. If I drink like this, I'll be drunk after just a few rounds. I'll drink half a cup."

"That's fine, that's fine. How about you guys? Any objections?"

"Whatever, let's just start. I'm thirsty!" Liu Bo urged, eating an oyster.

"Alright then, let's use my phone to play," Zhang Ziming said, picking up his phone and opening a 'Who is the Spy' app.

After some maneuvering, he said, "Everyone gets one word, describing yourselves. There are only six of us, so one spy is enough. Okay, I've seen my word. Here, take it."

After looking at his word, Zhang Ziming shook his phone and handed it to Liu Bo.

Liu Bo took the phone, waited three seconds, and then looked at his word. He also shook his phone before handing it to Meng Wenzhou.

Everyone else followed the same procedure.

After Pan Ning finished looking, Su Yang took the phone and saw the word displayed: "Old Man."

Finally, it was Shen Yixue's turn. After she finished looking, she flipped the phone face down on the table.

The first round of the game began.