Xie Hui had gotten drunk-blackout drunk.
Not just ordinarily drunk, but so drunk his legs had stopped obeying him, leaving Wang Xiaoliang and Luo Bisheng to drag him upstairs, one supporting him on either side.
The next morning, Xie Hui's head felt ready to split. He had barely opened his eyes when his wife brought him a glass of honey water, wearing a suspicious smile.
"You really outdid yourself last night."
Xie Hui rubbed his temples. "What happened?"
"You insisted they change what they called you."
"Change it to what?"
"They weren't allowed to call you Brother Xie, or Brother Hui, and definitely not Mr. Xie." His wife imitated his tone. "It has to be Brother! Just Brother! One word! Brother!"
Xie Hui's hand froze against his temple. He didn't dare move.
"You also wanted to swear brotherhood like the three heroes in the Peach Garden, and told me to go buy incense right away. Offerings, too. Where was I supposed to buy those in the middle of the night? You didn't care. You just had to do it, insisted on kowtowing in the living room. Even Mr. Wang couldn't hold you back." His wife laughed as she spoke.
"All right, all right, stop." Xie Hui waved a hand.
"Luo was practically splitting his sides laughing, and Mr. Wang looked so awkward. He kept saying, 'Brother, get up first. Brother, stop kneeling. We can't accept such a grand gesture, hahaha...'"
"I said stop! Okay?"
"You also said our home would be their home in Fucheng from now on, and they could come over anytime..."
Xie Hui pulled his wife under the covers and silenced her with his mouth.
"You stink. You reek of booze." His wife resisted.
"That's what you get for not listening. Punishment on the spot."
With that,