The Game of Life TGOL

Chapter 486: Chapter 484: Getting Drunk

Jiang Feng led Wu Minqi to the convenience store next door, where they ate nearly half a cup of odeng’s radish.

Because the process was somewhat confusing, Wu Minqi finished the radish without fully understanding what Jiang Feng really wanted to do.

“Qiqi, how does it taste?” Jiang Feng asked with an expectant look on his face.

Wu Minqi, somewhat puzzled, honestly replied, “The seasoning is a bit strong, but it tastes quite good.”

“That’s good to hear,” Jiang Feng sighed in relief. “Originally, I wanted to buy you a milk tea like before, but I remembered you haven’t had milk tea for a long time, and these past days you haven’t really gone out with Ji Yue to eat cake either.”

“The radish in this odeng is well-flavored; it’s perfect for snacking on when you’re bored and craving something on a cold day. After we come back from the new year, if you don’t want to go eat cake with Ji Yue, you can arrange to meet her here for some odeng,” suggested Jiang Feng.

Wu Minqi felt like she was starting to understand what Jiang Feng meant and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Fengfeng, did Yueyue tell you earlier that I specifically bought tangerines and kiwifruit for you, so that’s why you thought to bring me here to eat something you think I’d also like?”

Jiang Feng’s old face turned red: “I thought you might like this.”

“Of course I like it, I like anything you specifically bring me here to eat,” said Wu Minqi with a shy smile, biting her upper lip, a crescent of white teeth showing through her grinning lips.

“Actually, I didn’t specifically go out to buy the tangerines and kiwifruit for you; I just thought of you liking them when I saw them at the fruit shop, so I bought them,” Wu Minqi explained. “In fact, the fact that you noticed I haven’t been drinking milk tea or eating cake recently, so you didn’t buy me milk tea, already made me very happy.”

Jiang Feng’s eyes moistened—his Qiqi was such a sympathetic, gentle, considerate boss.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Let’s go back,” Jiang Feng stood up, taking Wu Minqi’s hand. “Guessing that De and Cheng have already set up the equipment, Qiqi, I tell you, De will definitely sing ‘Love Even After Death.’ If you find it too noisy later, just go into the kitchen and close the door; the kitchen is pretty soundproof.”

Voices preceded their arrival, as Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi pushed open the door to the Taifeng Building, they heard Jiang Zaide belting out ‘Love Even After Death’ at the top of his lungs.

“Without giving it your all, it’s not exhilarating…”

Out of 8 words, 6 were out of tune—their Jiang family’s inability to carry a tune was definitely hereditary.

The members of the youth mahjong group had already been driven to distraction, tidying up the table to hide in a corner. The members of the seniors group, confident in their old age and hard of hearing, were not afraid of Jiang Zaide’s hoarse voice and focused on playing mahjong, unperturbed. They were hardly familiar with ‘Love Even After Death,’ so even if Jiang Zaide’s pitch soared off to the skies, they would not notice.

After one song, Jiang Zaide was not yet satisfied and wanted to continue, only to be stripped of the right to sing a second song by the crowd rushing to seize the microphone for the sake of their own ears and lives.

Everyone took turns singing, one out of tune, the next even more so, and time flew by rapidly.

Jiang Feng, thinking it was about time, slipped into the kitchen to make a dish of Sweet and Sour Yam. By the time he came out, he found several more boxes of alcohol had appeared—red, white, and beer—no telling which drunkard had started the trend.

Seeing things were turning sour, Jiang Feng was about to slip away when he was caught red-handed by Sang Ming.

“Little boss, you finally showed up, we’ve been waiting for you to drink. Here, let me toast to you first,” announced Drunkard No. 1, raising their glass.

Jiang Feng repeatedly declined, all too familiar with this scenario. If he hadn’t slipped away at the high school farewell dinner, he probably wouldn’t have been able to crawl home.

“No, no, I’m allergic to alcohol, can’t drink, can’t drink,” Jiang Feng pulled out his ultimate weapon, the alcohol allergy.

Sang Ming was taken aback, not expecting Jiang Feng to come out with such a strong excuse and finding himself in a dilemma. Just as he was about to laugh it off and find the next victim with his drink in hand, someone nearby exposed Jiang Feng’s lies.

“No way, little boss, I remember you had a few beers at the last get-together.”

Jiang Feng turned his head, curious to see which brave soul not afraid of having their bonus or next year’s year-end bonus docked dared to expose his lies, only to see Zhou Shi holding a glass of wine and smiling at him.

“Little boss, Happy New Year, here’s a toast to you,” Zhou Shi said with a smile.

Jiang Feng, begrudgingly, found a cup, poured half a glass of beer, and clinked glasses with Zhou Shi.

“Happy New Year, I wish you the luck of drawing a pack of tissues tonight,” Jiang Feng cursed maliciously.

“Tissues are good too, can use them to wipe my hands, just spilled some juice on them,” Zhou Shi laughed, downing his glass in one go.

Sang Ming, who always loved stirring up trouble, saw an opportunity he couldn’t pass up when he noticed Jiang Feng could drink. He immediately clamored, “Come on, little boss, you actually lied to me, I almost believed you for a second. Drink up, you have to finish a full glass!”

Jiang Feng had no choice but to pour another glass.

Taifeng Building should impose a ban on alcohol for next year’s party!

Jiang Feng downed the beer in his glass all at once.

He wasn’t someone with a high tolerance for alcohol. Even during college when joining classmates for meals or having barbecue with Wang Hao in the evening, he’d only occasionally have a couple of beers and rarely got drunk.

One of the few times Jiang Feng had been drunk in his life was after their high school farewell dinner and his grandmother’s 70th birthday. Mrs. Wang Xiulian had so many cousins, which meant Jiang Feng had a plethora of distant uncles, cousins he couldn’t recognize. At his grandmother’s 70th birthday meal, Jiang Feng only remembered how he got there, not how he got home. His last memory was being bombarded by round after round of drinks from these relatives, faces he recognized but names he couldn’t recall, each one insisting, “Feng has grown up, have a drink,” and “You’re big enough now, come, have one with your uncle.”

Today, on the faces of these Taifeng Building employees, who were not well-intentioned and holding their glasses at the ready, Jiang Feng saw the expressions of his uncles from the past.

Knowing that a drunken fate was unavoidable, Jiang Feng resigned himself to it and lifted his glass, “Alright, alright, I got it, Happy New Year. I’ll wish you all a Happy New Year now because I’m afraid after a while with everyone giving me a toast, I won’t be able to utter the words Happy New Year anymore.”

Jiang Feng once again emptied the beer from his glass in one gulp.

The crowd had come with the intention of getting Jiang Feng drunk, and seeing him so cooperative, they swarmed him. One after the other, the toasts and beers quickly drowned him with endless “Happy New Year” cheers.

Ji Yue, standing to the side eating a banana, watched Jiang Feng being surrounded with a look of sympathy, then walked over to Wu Minqi, who was peeling an orange.

“What’s this, not going up to help your man?” Ji Yue asked with a laugh.

“It’s fine, they’re just deliberately making him drink a bit more. They’ll stop when he’s drunk,” Wu Minqi replied. “Fengfeng does need to work on his drinking. Otherwise, when we get to my family’s place…”

Wu Minqi didn’t finish her sentence.

“Can they drink a lot?” Ji Yue asked.

“They’re only using beer here. At my place, they go straight for liquor in glasses this big,” Wu Minqi said helplessly.

Ji Yue shivered dramatically and turned to look again at Jiang Feng, who was clearly becoming tipsy, offering him an eye roll that suggested he should fend for himself.

Too bad Jiang Feng didn’t catch it.