"Grandmaster of spirit wine, maybe not. But a grandmaster drinker, he can just about pass. He's nothing but a good-for-nothing drunkard and glutton," said the pretty, delicate-looking woman beside him disdainfully.
"What do you know? This brewing skill of mine was passed down through my ancestors," the stocky young man retorted, his face dark.
"I don't know anything, I don't know anything. Your ancestor was a grandmaster of spirit wine, but in your generation, besides drinking, what else can you do? You turn yourself into a drunkard every day. Other than that, can you do anything else? Don't say I didn't warn you. If you keep muddling along like this, that Zhang Qingyan from District XC has been eyeing me for a long time. If you keep making yourself look like this drunkard, don't blame me for rolling up my bedding and going off with Zhang Qingyan." The delicate-looking woman rolled up her sleeves and planted her hands on her hips, not caring in the slightest that Lu Xiaotian and the people around them might laugh at her.
"I say, Madam Wei, Zhang Qingyan has neither looks nor ability. You can't let that scoundrel Zhang Qingyan get the better of you. If you really want to find someone, aren't there plenty of fine men within a hundred paces? Why search so far away?" A rugged man answered from several dozen zhang away.
"Drunkard, look at you. You can't even keep your own wife, so why are you still setting up a stall? Go home early, fiddle around with your things, and prepare to break up," someone beside them teased.
Laughter immediately erupted all around them.
"Bullshit! Even if I break up with this drunkard, I still wouldn't take a fancy to any of you crooked melons and cracked dates," the