"Come on, Shan Pao, let's have a drink!"
"Let's do it!"
The two old men clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.
When Li Sanjiang poured wine for Mr. Shan, Mr. Shan took out some incense sticks from his sleeve, lit them with a match, and stuck them into the crack of the bench.
Although Run Sheng often went without meals while following Mr. Shan since childhood, every time there was wine and meat, Run Sheng was never absent from the feast.
Over time, it became a habit, and without the scent of incense, the wine just didn't taste the same.
Li Sanjiang didn't say anything when he saw this. Last night, when the traffickers appeared in the village, he discovered that Xiao Yuan's room was empty and was almost scared out of his wits.
"Come on, have another one!"
"Bring it on, who's afraid of whom!"
With one trying to comfort an old friend and the other intentionally seeking drunkenness, the two old men soon had flushed faces, not far from being fully intoxicated.
