After several rounds of this, he seemed to have emptied his stomach at last and collapsed limply onto the sofa.
"I'm quitting drinking... I'm definitely quitting... I have to quit. I have to!"
Zuo Xiaoduo was breathing out more than he was breathing in, utterly at a loss and hardly better than a puddle of sludge.
"Hmph!"
Wu Yuting set a basin of soup on the table. "Hurry up and drink this. If you can't hold your liquor, don't drink. I think you haven't thrown up nearly enough! Back when your dad used to challenge people to drinking contests, I..."
"Ahem." Zuo Changlu wandered out of the bedroom. "Who told you to drink so much? Stay away from booze from now on!"
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm never touching that stuff again. It feels so damn awful!"
Zuo Xiaoduo picked up the basin and gulped and gulped until every drop of the warm, thick rice soup had gone into his stomach.
Not long after the basin of rice soup went down, a soothing, searing warmth slowly rose through his stomach and intestines, and he immediately felt much better.
"Idiot!"
Zuo Changlu frowned. "Why didn't you circulate your Flame Sun True Scripture? Even if you still ended up drunk, you could at least have held out longer! Fill your belly before you drink; with a solid base, you won't get drunk, understand? Even if they force you to drink, don't you know how to escape by going for a piss? Go to the bathroom, stick a finger down your throat, and it's all gone..."
"You just... haven't gotten drunk enough."
Exasperated that iron had failed to become steel, Zuo Changlu imparted his family's secret techniques for "staying sober."
Wu Yuting hurled a brimming bowl of congee at him. "Can't you teach him