The sun was already high the next day before groans began rising one after another through the Dwarf camp.
One Dwarf after another struggled out of their tents, clutching their splitting heads, their faces pale.
For the first time, their powerful bodies experienced the terrifying might of a "chemical weapon" from another world.
"Sir, the Dwarves are all awake," Wu Suowei came to report.
Hearing this, Lin Mo nodded, the corners of his mouth lifting.
"Tell the cooks to prepare a meal. I'm treating a few of the Dwarf leaders to lunch! Keep serving Baijiu."
"Yes, sir!" Wu Suowei accepted the order, then looked troubled.
"Sir, last night... our Baijiu supplies hit bottom. The soldiers brought out everything they could find."
"We're out?" Lin Mo frowned.
The stalling plan had only just begun. How could they run out of supplies already?
He thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh.
"Is Cooking Wine wine?"
Wu Suowei froze. "It... it is. It's used for cooking."
Lin Mo said:
"Right, and the rice wine used to make Rice Wine Dumplings is wine too!" (Don't get hung up on why the military has rice wine. It's part of the setting.)
"Go bring me all the remaining Baijiu, Cooking Wine, and rice wine!"
"We'll entertain them with those at lunch today!"
Lin Mo strolled into the Dwarves' Temporary Camp.
The Dwarves he passed had completely changed their attitude toward him.
Yesterday's unfamiliarity had vanished, replaced by friendly smiles.
Quite a few Dwarves were still thumping their ringing heads, yet they took the initiative to grin and greet Lin Mo when they saw him.
"Lord Lin Mo!" one Dwarf warrior called happily.
"Your liquor is fantastic!"
Lin Mo responded with a smile and soon found Balin Copperhammer washing his face with cold water