The Strongest Soldier King

Hearing Ji Qiang's words, Ye Feng's heart moved, but it was not strange, at that time he had saved Yu Waanqiu, and later, sent him to the hospital. Ji Qiang was present, and knowing him was unavoidable.

However, Ye Feng looked at Ji Qiang with astonishment, "Have we met each other before? I have no impression of it at all! " Then he smiled, "Maybe it's because I have a common face, so I look familiar!"

Ji Qiang did not speak, his eyes that were like mountain peaks were still staring at Ye Feng, at this time, Wu Yanhui patted his shoulder and invited him to sit, he then walked over and sat down.

After Ye Feng looked at Ji Qiang, he started to let the waiter serve the dishes. Zhao Dequan quickly took out his cigarette and passed it over to Wu Yanhui and Ji Qiang.

After everyone had sat down, Ye Feng picked up the red wine bottle and poured some wine for Wu Yanhui and the others. Then, he walked in a circle and poured a cup for everyone present.

At this time, the servants started to leave as well. After the first round of dishes was finished, Ye Feng raised his wine cup and said, "Thank you all for coming.

After saying that, Ye Feng downed his cup in one gulp, and the others also started to drink as well. Only Ji Qiang did not touch the wine cup on the table, nor did he stand up.

Ye Feng looked and did not say a word, but Zhao Dequan asked, "Brother Qiang, what's wrong? Is there a problem? "

Only then did Ji Qiang raise his wine cup. After shaking it for a moment, he poured a cup of red wine onto the ground and said, "You don't drink white wine in China, what kind of Chinese are you?

After Ye Feng heard this, he immediately went over to Ji Qiang and said, "Brother Qiang, I'm sorry, I'll get some people to bring the white spirits over right now!"

He had actually followed his previous lifestyle. Although he had already avoided buying expensive wine, he had forgotten that in a third or fourth-tier city like China, there were very few people who drank red wine.

Adding on the fact that trash Ye Feng did not drink alcohol, it caused Ye Feng to not have such a concept in his mind, but now that Ji Qiang mentioned it, he realized that it was another mistake in terms of detail.

I heard it's the best local specialty of Guyang, a white wine. However, it's only 200 yuan per bottle, and it's not even half the price of the Black Pinot Wine that he asked for.

After Ye Feng personally poured a cup for Ji Qiang, only then did he raise his cup and clink it with Ji Qiang's, and even greeted him, "I'm sorry, Brother Qiang.

Ji Qiang continued to look at the wine cup in front of him, not showing any intention of reaching out to hold the cup. He then looked at Ye Feng, and then looked at the wine cup in his hand.

Zhao Dequan seemed to have caught on to the inkling, he immediately stood up and whispered into Ye Feng's ears: "You also want to drink white, this is the basic courtesy!"

Ye Feng regained his senses and immediately poured himself a cup of red wine. He poured another cup of white wine and toasted Ji Qiang once more, "Brother Qiang, do not treat me as an outsider.

Ji Qiang didn't say much and stood up while holding the cup of wine, and directly swallowed the cup of white wine. After that, he poured the cup over and only after drinking the wine did he put the cup down to look at Ye Feng.

Although Ye Feng didn't understand the rules of the Chinese wine table, he could roughly guess what Ji Qiang meant by that.

He held the wine cup and smiled at Ji Qiang, then immediately poured a mouthful of white wine into his mouth as well. He immediately felt a burning sensation in his throat that rose up to his stomach and he could not help but spurt out.

Ye Feng had always been staying in Europe and America, drinking red wine and beer. The strongest drinks he had were Russian brandy and tequila, but compared to the one he had just drank, the wine was simply as light as water.

Although he forced himself to swallow a mouthful of white spirit wine, he still couldn't help but cough. Firstly, he had never drunk white spirit before, and secondly, Trash Ye Feng had never had any experience with white spirit wine either, which was why this result.

Seeing Ye Feng coughing so much that he was about to cry, Zhao Dequan immediately poured a cup of tea and passed it to Ye Feng, and asked Ye Feng, "Brother, is this cup of white wine enough?"

After Ye Feng finished his cup of tea, he still felt his stomach churning, and even felt that something was up, so he immediately waved his hand and said that he was fine.

When Wu Yanhui saw this, he smiled and said, "Ye Feng, don't tell me you were the legendary person who poured a cup for me?"

When everyone heard this, they could not help but laugh out loud. Zhao Dequan looked as if he was swaying right now, and immediately got a hot towel from the waiter, as well as a cup of water for Ye Feng.

Ye Feng took the cup of water and finished it in two gulps. At this time, his face was completely red as he sat on the chair and panted.

The waiter brought over a hot towel, and Zhao Dequan immediately wiped Ye Feng's face, which made him feel a little better.

At this time, Ji Qiang stood up, poured himself a cup of wine and walked over to Ye Feng with the wine bottle in hand. He then picked up the cup in front of Ye Feng, wanting to pour him a cup of wine.

Ye Feng immediately waved his hand, "I cannot drink white spirits!"

Ji Qiang said, "Men, what is there to drink that you can't drink, and what do you call men that you can't drink?"

Ye Feng watched as Ji Qiang filled his own cup and placed it in front of him, then turned around and picked up his own cup and brought it in front of him. When he touched the cup with his own, he drank it all in one gulp.

After Ji Qiang finished drinking, he turned the cup upside down again, without leaving a single drop of wine out. He then looked at Ye Feng, his gaze telling Ye Feng that it was your turn.

Ye Feng couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Ever since he regained his senses and skills, he felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.

However, he had never thought that he would be so frightened by the white liquid in the two or three cups in front of him. Looking at the liquid swaying in front of him, he even thought of the sensation of having a tumble in his stomach.

Ji Qiang saw Ye Feng staring at the wine cup, and even though he did not hold the cup, he could not help but snort: "What? You aren't even giving me this much face? "

Seeing that, Zhao Dequan immediately held up the wine cup in front of Ye Feng, and smiled at him: "Brother Qiang, Ye is still a university student, he does not have much alcohol tolerance, let me help him drink a cup with you, Brother Qiang, how about it?"

Ji Qiang glared at Zhao Dequan, but did not say a word, and upon seeing this, Zhao Dequan's face twitched, then looked at Wu Yanhui who was standing by his side, only to see him giving him a look, clearly telling him to not meddle in other people's business.

Seeing that, Zhao Dequan put down the wine cup, and patted Ye Feng's shoulder: "Brother, if you were to drink more, don't drink anymore!"

Although Ye Feng felt uncomfortable in his stomach, throat and head, he had noticed the look in Ji Qiang's and his eyes just now. Although he was a little drunk, his consciousness was still very lucky.