Big Camphor Tree Base, noon.
Accompanied by the clanging of iron pots and spoons, the entire Big Camphor Tree Base was permeated with a thick fragrance of dishes.
At this time, Zhou had already been drinking joyfully, his ears red with warmth, especially after that plate of deep-fried peanuts cooked in peanut oil.
Li Yu said today there was no limit on the amount to drink, and this delighted Zhou to no end. It had been so long since the apocalypse began, and he had never drunk so unreservedly before.
Now somewhat tipsy, he hugged Old Yi, saying, "Old Yi, who would have thought we're from the same hometown. When fellow townsmen meet, we must drink a toast. Come on."
Old Yi originally wanted to decline, but seeing Zhou had already downed his drink, it was difficult to refuse. Zhou had an exceptionally good tolerance for alcohol, having already consumed a catty before persuading him to drink along. Goodness, no one expected Old Yi to be such a heavy drinker.
