Right after they offered a toast to Grandma Shen at the first table, someone started causing a ruckus, shouting that one drink wasn't enough, insisting on three, then saying three wasn't enough, demanding ten. If one guest required ten drinks, even if Mr. Yao were a god of alcohol, he couldn't handle it. This was when the groomsmen needed to step up. They said the tall handsome one was still helping watch his car, and hadn't arrived yet. Mr. Yao was relieved he had anticipated this and had someone reliable like Chen Xiaoyi to help him block the drinks.
Chen Xiaoyi was doing his best, drinking to help with any toast that came their way.
What he and Mr. Yao hadn't anticipated was that Grandma Shen would be a true liquor hero, a woman warrior among the alcohol drums. Three cups of baijiu down, Chen Xiaoyi's entire face turned red. Grandma Shen was perfectly fine, as if she'd drank plain water.
