"A bowl? Isn't that too big? This liquor is very strong, sir," Luo Yiwu said hastily, taken aback.
"If I can't even drink, what business do I have being a Garrison Commander or going onto a battlefield? Come on, bring out the big bowls." Zhao Zhilong's gravelly voice was extremely coarse.
He sounded as though he was roaring whenever he spoke. Anyone unfamiliar with his temperament really would get a fright.
"Change the bowls!" Tang Wen said.
Helpless, Luo Yiwu brought over another set of large bowls, each one and a half times the size of a rice bowl. A catty of liquor left some space below the rim; filled to the brim, each would hold around a catty and a half.
"Fill it up!" Zhao Zhilong shouted.
"That's too much. Take it slowly," Tang Wen urged.
"Lord Zhao can hold an ocean of liquor. Don't worry. He can drink seven or eight big bowls like this of Daughter's Red," Chu Zhao said with a smile.
"All right, then." Luo Yiwu nodded and filled it to the brim.
"Come, let's drain a bowl first." Zhao Zhilong picked up his bowl.
"I can't manage that. I'll have to stick to a cup." Tang Wen smiled and raised his cup.
"I can join you for one bowl." Chu Zhao smiled and picked up a bowl too.
"My lord, you're not being manly at all! How can you drink from such a tiny cup? Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up! You're not a man if you don't finish it!" Zhao Zhilong bellowed, opened his great mouth, and poured the liquor down his throat.
Chu Zhao downed half a bowl in one gulp, but as he continued drinking, he suddenly spluttered and sprayed it all out. His face instantly flushed red.
He hurriedly sat