Ran Qing was incredibly shocked and almost cried out.
She was born in the countryside and had been drinking since childhood with Master Ran, even before she was as big as Big Pimple.
However, just because she started drinking at such a young age doesn't mean her son can do the same.
Xia Yuan is six years old and hasn't touched alcohol, and Big Pimple is only three, with such poor health, how can he drink?
"Sir, Big Pimple is not well enough to drink alcohol!"
Xia Geng thought this old Taoist was displeased with his hospitality and quickly took the wine cup to prepare to drink it himself for his son.
After all, he had cared for his son for three years, of course, he wanted the man to be happy.
"You cannot drink; this wine is for him!"
The old Taoist slightly flicked the dirty horsetail whisk in his hand, and Xia Yuan felt the wine cup in his hand weigh a thousand pounds.
With a clang, the cup fell back onto the table, and he couldn't lift it anymore.
