"Good wine!"
Without even taking a sip, Snow Horse's eyes lit up as soon as he uncorked the bottle and sniffed it.
"What kind of wine is this? Even when I followed my master into battle, I never drank anything this good."
Snow Horse could not help asking.
"This is Silver Label Fen Liquor from Du Kang Liquor Shop. It goes down smooth and finishes sweet. Among strong liquors, it has a pretty good mouthfeel."
Liu Zheng replied.
"Du Kang Liquor Shop... I seem to have heard someone mention it before. Since there's a Silver Label, there must be a Gold Label too. If the Silver Label is already so mellow, what kind of fine wine must the Gold Label be?"
Snow Horse's eyes filled with longing.
"Anyway, it's delicious. A friend of mine got greedy for a drink and caused a huge mess, nearly getting uprooted by the Sanitation Bureau. I went through quite a bit of trouble to save it."
Far away in the city, the French Plane Tree sneezed.
"I understand. My master used to get drunk all the time too, and I had to wipe his ass for him."
Snow Horse said sympathetically.
"Um, pardon me, but when you say 'wipe his ass,' you don't mean it literally, right?"
He asked cautiously.
"I mean it literally. My master was a parrot spirit. Whenever he got drunk, he turned back into his original form. Birds, you know."
Birds had short rectums and could not store feces, while their anal sphincters were underdeveloped. So once the pressure in their intestines reached a certain threshold, they automatically defecated unconsciously—basically, as soon as it came, it came out.
"I really didn't want to know that."
Liu Zheng said expressionlessly.
Because of Metropolis's complicated circumstances, many idioms he knew had acquired