The drifter suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh no, I only have one glass at home. How about you drink from the bottle cap?"
Qin Yi chuckled, thinking it wasn't a big deal, and nodded.
The drifter poured drinks for both of them, "Eat a few bites of food first, then drink. Otherwise, the alcohol will hit hard. I'm afraid just one cup will get me drunk."
"What kind of drink is so strong?" Qin Yi asked with a smile.
The drifter's face turned mysterious: "Qiongyao's fine brew. If you can tell what kind of wine this is, I'll give you the rest of it."
Qin Yi picked up chopsticks, took a few bites of food, then lifted the cap and drank the wine inside.
As soon as the wine entered his mouth, Qin Yi frowned.
"Wow, what kind of wine is this? So potent." Qin Yi's throat burned like fire.
The drifter laughed: "Young man, even I'm afraid to chug it all down. You dare drink it in one go, impressive."
"I'll tell you, this wine is called Hundred House Brew."
