Then...
"Burp~"
"Pfft! Even snakes burp?"
Right after that, the snake turned its head and swallowed the whole chunk of meat.
Snakes were cold-blooded animals that liked warmth. Maybe the heat in the liquor had unexpectedly appealed to it.
It rested its head in front of me again.
After a moment's thought, I opened both cases of liquor and set the bottles on the ground one by one.
"Help yourself. I don't have time to wait on you."
After saying that, I turned and grabbed a bottle for myself. I kept drinking while eating snake soup and grilled snake meat. I also put a piece of marinated squirrel meat on the big rack.
Seeing the row of liquor in front of it, the snake grabbed a bottle in its mouth, tilted its head back, and drained it. Then it tossed the bottle aside, shook its head, and lowered it to grab another.
"You can really hold your liquor, bro."
Before long, I stared at the two cases of empty bottles and couldn't help gaping. The snake still seemed eager for more.
I was pretty much full, too. I'd eaten over a hundred pounds of snake meat, along with plenty of snake soup. After thinking it over, I said,
"Wait here."
I remembered that there was plenty of bottled liquor in the county warehouse. I went straight into town, and about twenty minutes later, I came back pushing a three-wheeled handcart,
stacked with case after case of liquor. And then...
The snake and I started drinking.
I had no idea how much we drank—maybe a little over half a cartload. My head started to feel a little fuzzy, and the banded krait seemed tipsy too, swaying its head back and forth.
I'd grilled a whole squirrel, and the snake had eaten