After Sun Wukong returned, he shouted, "Little ones, bring out all the fruit to entertain your Second King."
"Yeah, yeah, yes, yes!" The little monkeys immediately cheered. They had a very favorable impression of Su Yu, who had allowed them to speak and officially begin cultivating.
Soon, the little monkeys brought over plenty of fruit. Su Yu suddenly spotted a wine jar and picked it up curiously, giving it a sniff. "It really is wine! Junior Brother, do the monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain drink wine too?"
"Yes, this is Monkey Wine, fruit wine brewed from the fruits of Flower Fruit Mountain. It's delicious, Senior Brother. Give it a try." Sun Wukong smiled.
Su Yu smiled. "Then I won't stand on ceremony."
As he spoke, Su Yu poured himself a bowl of wine and drank the entire large bowl in one gulp.
Su Yu's eyes lit up. "It really is good—countless times better than beer!"
Su Yu had assumed he often drank beer. In that society, there were always people who needed to drown their sorrows in alcohol. Unable to afford good wine, they could only drink beer.
Sun Wukong did not care what kind of wine beer was. He was simply delighted to hear Su Yu say it tasted good, and laughed heartily. "Senior Brother, if you like it, drink as much as you want! Flower Fruit Mountain may not have much else, but we have more than enough fruit for making Monkey Wine!"
Su Yu smiled faintly. "Then I won't stand on ceremony."
Su Yu immediately continued drinking. As he drank, he realized that he had not had alcohol in over a hundred years. Though he could no longer get drunk and could not recapture the feeling of being thoroughly intoxicated, he still loved the taste of wine—especially