Qingfeng Li and his father-in-law, Shi Lin, drank for a while and toasted each other, before starting to play the finger-guessing drinking game.
Of course, Shi Lin's technique was unquestionably weaker than Qingfeng Li. They played for ten games, and he lost all of them. He was simply not Qingfeng's match.
Seeing Shi Lin drink so much wine, Xiaoyun Mu shot a look at Qingfeng Li. The meaning was obvious; it meant that Qingfeng Li should spare his father-in-law and not make him drink too much wine. That was the meaning behind his mother-in-law's gaze, so Qingfeng Li naturally understood it clearly.
Because Qingfeng Li did not want his father-in-law to drink too much. As a good son-in-law in Huaxia, it was Qingfeng Li's time to score some points with his father-in-law.
In the next rock-paper-scissors game, Qingfeng Li lost twenty games consecutively and drank twenty shots. For a cultivator like him, twenty glasses of shots were nothing.