Seeing his father and great-grandfather enter, Yu Yijun pouted and said, "Great-grandfather, Dad, why did you take so long to come in? Let's start grilling the meat quickly."
Looking at Yu Yijun's gluttonous cat-like appearance, Yu Daohang shook his head helplessly.
What a little foodie.
"Alright, let's start grilling the meat," Yu Shuntian said with a happy face.
"Hooray!"
Yu Yijun picked up a marinated chicken leg with chopsticks and placed it on the grill.
Yu Shuntian looked at Yu Daohang beside him and smiled, "We're leaving soon. Will you have a few drinks with your grandpa?"
Yu Daohang smiled and teased, "Sure, I'm just afraid you won't be able to keep up with me."
Yu Shuntian laughed heartily and taunted, "You brat, with your meager drinking capacity, you still want to compete with me?"
Yu Daohang, naturally unwilling to admit defeat, strode into the room to get the wine, "I'll go get the wine."
He went into the room used for storing miscellaneous items, picked up two jars of wine, and walked out.
He had long discovered that his grandfather had hidden several jars of Nu'er Hong, and they were aged for more than five years.
Arriving before the ancestral tablets of his father and mother in the main hall, Yu Daohang placed the wine he was holding down, walked over, offered three sticks of incense, knelt down, and spoke.
"Father, Mother, your son is about to leave. Take care."
Then he respectfully kowtowed three times.
After completing all this, Yu Daohang carried the wine out of the main hall and to the side of the courtyard.
Seeing Yu Daohang approaching with the wine, Yu Shuntian asked, "Did you pay your respects to your parents?"
Yu Daohang nodded, placed the wine on the nearby grilling table, and smiled, "Grandpa, if I hadn't discovered this five-year Nu'er Hong, you definitely wouldn't have told me."
Hearing this, Yu Shuntian's face showed a slight embarrassment, and he chuckled awkwardly, "What are you saying, kid? You couldn't drink because you were training, otherwise, I would have told you long ago."
Yu Daohang didn't believe him at all, "Really? Grandpa, you weren't planning to sneak a drink yourself, were you?"
Yu Shuntian's hidden thoughts were exposed, and he coughed dryly, saying righteously, "How could that be? Am I that kind of person, your grandpa?"
They were all members of the Yu family, so Yu Daohang knew his grandfather's character very well.
He just didn't want to expose him.
"Alright, since we grandpa and grandson are drinking together, let's start."
As Yu Shuntian spoke, he opened a jar of Nu'er Hong, and a rich wine aroma wafted out.
Yu Shuntian smacked his lips and sighed, "It still tastes the same as before."
Hearing this, although Yu Daohang couldn't smell it, he still pretended to enjoy it.
Yu Daohang sat down, and Yu Shuntian poured wine into two empty bowls.
Yu Yijun beside them asked curiously, "What does this wine taste like?"
Yu Shuntian gently stroked Yu Yijun's head and smiled faintly, "This wine, it tastes bitter."
"Bitter?"
Yu Yijun looked confused, "If this wine is bitter, then what's so good about it?"
Yu Shuntian smiled without saying anything and looked at Yu Daohang beside him.
Yu Daohang also shook his head helplessly, not explaining.
Yu Yijun shook her head, still not understanding.
But she had seen videos, and this wine was like cat urine, not good to drink.
Her favorite fizzy drinks were still better.
The three of them sat around the grilling table, the atmosphere warm and harmonious.
At this moment, the meat on the grill was also cooked.
Yu Yijun picked up a chicken leg with chopsticks and placed it in her bowl, clearing her throat and saying, "I'll let Dad and Great-grandfather taste if this meat is cooked."
Yu Daohang found the little girl's excuse to eat meat a bit helpless.
Why are you just like your father? Just say it if you want to eat meat.
Yu Shuntian looked at the little girl's appearance and couldn't help but tease, "Little girl, is this meat cooked yet?"
Yu Yijun deboned the meat until only the bones were left, and murmured, "I don't think I've tasted it yet, how about..."
Yu Shuntian immediately understood what she meant, picked up another chicken leg with his chopsticks and placed it in Yu Shuntian's bowl, smiling, "Then try it again."
Yu Yijun's little face beamed with a giggle, "Thank you, Great-grandfather."
Yu Daohang shook his head helplessly, a smile appearing on his face.
Grandpa really dotes on this little girl.
Yu Shuntian looked at Yu Daohang beside him and said, "What are you looking at? Eat quickly. You're so big, do you want me to feed you too?"
"Ah... this..."
Yu Daohang was instantly speechless.
Is this the special affection for grandchildren?
After finishing the chicken leg in her bowl, Yu Yijun picked up her fizzy drink, cleared her throat, and said, "Then let's toast to Dad's successful completion of his training."
Yu Shuntian and Yu Daohang exchanged a glance and raised their wine cups.
The three clinked their cups and drank them down in one go.
Yu Yijun put down her cup and started eating meat, as for her, eating meat was the most important thing.
The ensuing battle belonged to the grandfather and grandson.
From ancient times to the present, China has had one unchanging principle.
Sons always want to out-drink their fathers, and fathers never want their sons to surpass their own drinking capacity.
Thus, neither of them was willing to concede to the other.
As the saying goes, when father and son drink, one of them always has to be carried out.
Although here it was grandfather and grandson, the principle was the same.
Yu Shuntian's face showed a mysterious smile, "If you can out-drink me, I'll take you somewhere."
Hearing this, Yu Daohang became a little curious, "Where?"
Yu Shuntian didn't say, but instead played coy, "It's a place you'll definitely want to go."
People are like that.
The more they don't know, the more they want to know, and Yu Daohang was no exception.
Although he knew his grandfather was teasing him, he still fell into the trap and said,
"Then don't blame your grandson for not showing mercy."
Yu Shuntian chuckled dismissively, "Come on."
Seeing his great-grandfather and father suddenly become so competitive, Yu Yijun was completely bewildered.
Is this the legendary drinking competition?
Yu Daohang poured wine into both bowls, then raised one bowl and said, "Grandpa, I'm drinking this, you—please—follow suit."
"Wait."
Hearing these taunting words, Yu Shuntian naturally couldn't accept it. He raised his wine bowl and said, "Come, let's clink, Grandpa will drink with you, you brat."
If he was outdone by this brat, how could he be a grandfather in the future?
In a drinking session, there are no family ties, especially in such a gathering.
You must completely subdue the other party.
One word, drink!
After two bowls of Nu'er Hong, Yu Daohang instantly felt nauseous. His pale face immediately turned red, and his ears burned.
His face and arms also felt a bit numb.
Yu Daohang knew in his heart that these were the symptoms of getting drunk, and he cursed inwardly.
Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have drunk so aggressively.
Baijiu is not like beer; you can't just pick it up and drink it all the way down.
That's a suicidal way of drinking.
It can also be called a way of drinking specifically to get drunk.
Yu Shuntian opposite him wasn't much better. His face was also slightly flushed, and he was surprised in his heart.
Holy cow, this brat is so fierce!?
With this way of drinking, lifting the bowl and downing it, his old bones really couldn't handle it.