"Serves you right!"
Spitting heavily on the ground, the village chief walked away directly.
When the four of them returned to the county, it was already dusk.
Yin Meng did not hurry to return to the coffin shop but instead pointed to a hotpot restaurant and said,
"Let's have hotpot, my treat!"
Once inside, they ordered a nine-segment pot. Everyone hadn't eaten much at noon and rushed there, then spent the afternoon walking and recovering corpses. Hungry, they quickly started dipping tripe and duck intestines.
Yin Meng ordered wine, got up, poured some for Run Sheng, Binbin, and himself, then poured soybean milk for Li Zhiyuan.
He raised his glass.
"Thanks!"
After saying this, Yin Meng downed it in one go and then coughed violently.
Tan Wenbin, looking a bit helpless, said, "Forget it, forget it, if you can't drink, don't. Drink milk with my brother Yuanzi."
Yin Meng wiped his mouth and said, "Gotta go through the motions!"
