บท 169: Give me a big bowl (1)

"The bowl is too big. This wine is very strong, my Lord." Luo Yiwu was startled, and he quickly said.

"If I can't even drink wine, why should I be a guard? why should I go to the battlefield? come, serve me a big bowl." Zhao zhilong's broken throat was extremely thick.

He sounded like he was roaring, and those who didn't know his temper would really give him a scare.

"Change the bowl!" Tang Wen said.

Luo Yiwu helplessly brought another big bowl over, the kind that was half the size of a rice bowl. If he poured a Jin of wine into it, there would still be one side of the bowl left, and if he filled it up, it would be about a Jin and a half.

"Fill it up!" Zhao zhilong shouted.

"That's too much, take it slowly. " Tang Wen advised.

"Lord Zhao is a magnanimous person. Don't worry. He can drink seven or eight bowls of this kind of nu 'er Hong." Chu Zhao laughed.

"That's good. " Luo Yiwu nodded, and he filled his cup to the brim.