The alcohol in Chen Changsheng's throat was like a thread of red-hot metal. Chen Changsheng almost choked but barely managed to swallow it down, his face instantly turning red.
He did not expect that a person like Luo Bu would drink such fierce alcohol.
Of course, the primary reason was that Chen Changsheng truly did not drink much alcohol.
He had only gotten his first taste of alcohol after coming to the capital, and it had only been with Xu Yourong when they were eating beef ribs at Fortune Peace Road, and with Tang Tang.
To people who did not drink alcohol, the only reason they would do so was the partner that they were drinking with.
He began to yearn for the beef ribs of Fortune Peace Road, the Plum Garden Inn, and the great banyan tree in the Orthodox Academy.
Several years ago, on top of that great banyan tree, he and Tang Thirty-Six had engaged in a long chat in the twilight.