Under the watchful eyes of Lynn and the others.
Flint directly hugged the barrel of beer and sat on the ground.
After skillfully opening the barrel lid with his left hand, he leaned his head against the edge of the barrel.
His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath of the beer aroma.
Flint suddenly lifted his head, unable to stop himself from exclaiming, "Fragrant, absolutely fragrant!"
After expressing his admiration, Flint picked up the wooden ladle beside the barrel with his right hand, dipped it into the barrel, scooped a ladleful of beer, and began to drink it in big gulps.
Gulp gulp.
The sound of gulping filled the air repeatedly.
Each ladle of beer weighed about two to three pounds, and Flint drank at least four ladles before stopping.
His mouth constantly let out belches.
Burp burp burp~
Perhaps only a dwarf could display such a love for alcohol.
At some point, Flint's large nose, accustomed to alcohol, turned bright red.
