The employee dinner that night had nothing new, just each person getting a crispy chicken and freshly prepared celery with pickled peanuts.
The peanuts had been soaked in cold water longer this time, making them extra crunchy.
The crispy chicken was, of course, as delicious as ever.
Wang Fan's drinking capacity was average, and since he wasn't fond of alcohol, he didn't drink at all.
Shen Teng's drinking capacity wasn't great either. He poured himself a glass, but after just a small sip, his entire face crumpled up.
What was surprising was Zhuo Qianqian's drinking capacity.
This so-called booze expert, boasting about handling three pounds of liquor and effortlessly downing beer, ended up under the table after not even finishing a glass.
Wang Fan and Shen Teng were dumbfounded.
Shen Teng exclaimed, "Wow, I've never seen such a braggart before — talks as if they can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but falls flat after one glass. Truly impressive."
