The Essential Ingredient for Getting Drunk

"Happy New Year!"

The four words had barely left their mouths.

The four of them raised their disposable cups. A mouthful of baijiu went down, and the burning sensation in their mouths made Wang Dachui and Li Haoyang squeeze their eyes shut.

"I thought I could down a whole cup in one go, but I nearly couldn't take it the moment it touched my lips," Wang Dachui said with a pained expression.

What kind of person actually liked drinking baijiu?

Li Haoyang looked equally miserable. Staring at the baijiu on the table, he seemed unwilling to taste it a second time.

To be honest, Luo Ye did not like baijiu either.

There was no particular reason. It simply tasted bad.

People who understood liquor were addicted to it, but those who did not found it difficult to appreciate baijiu's mellow fragrance and flavor.

Shen Qiao had drunk the most from that first sip. He had tried practically every kind of alcohol and knew the strength and taste of them all.

"Honestly, it smells pretty good." Wang Dachui sniffed it, but no matter what, he could not bring himself to take a second sip.

"Peanuts. Eat some peanuts."

Wang Dachui opened his disposable chopsticks and began eating peanuts.

"Are we drinking or not? Are we ending this before we've even started? Who was it that said we wouldn't go home until we were drunk?" Luo Ye asked.

"Of course we're drinking."

At that, Wang Dachui raised his paper cup and took another small sip.

Exciting. It hit hard.

Huh? Why did his head feel a little dizzy?

Whatever. Drink!

Before long, Wang Dachui had drunk less than a third of his cup of baijiu.

He was already done for.

With his standard one-hammer alcohol tolerance, baijiu basically meant getting drunk the