What is my son up to?
Yao Shuhan sipped a small cup of baijiu to calm his nerves.
The Yao Lady was already eager to act, wanting to squeeze through the crowd to cheer on her daughter-in-law. Because it was clear that the daughter-in-law had to drink the alcohol herself.
The person who invited the bride to a drinking contest picked up a bottle of baijiu, first filling three baijiu cups lined up in a row, then picked up a cup and downed it first.
A cup of scorching baijiu went down her throat, the betting tomboy remained unfazed, clearly outdrinking the groomsman who just helped block the drinks for Yao Ye.
When it was the bride's turn, everyone watched, some holding their breath.
Shen Jiayin wore that elegantly tailored qipao, her figure as slender as a willow leaf, looking less imposing compared to the burly tomboy.
