Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1268: Chapter 1302: Drunken Antics

To make up for the mental losses he caused them, Lin Zifeng drove them to a night market stall to eat.

Originally, Lin Zifeng planned to splurge and take them somewhere nice, but Liu Ruyan flatly refused and specifically wanted to try something unusual, so Lin Zifeng had no choice but to take her to a street stall. Considering Liu Ruyan’s extravagant taste, she was probably tired of lavish feasts a long time ago. Maybe she might actually enjoy the taste of street food for a change.

“Uncle~”

Just as they sat down at the table, Tangtang’s sweet voice made everyone shiver.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Zifeng glanced at her expressionlessly. Last time he brought Tangtang to a place like this, in her eyes, she even got a taste of the legendary draft beer. They were overjoyed at the time.

They could count on one hand the number of times they’d had beer.

“Uncle, can I have two glasses of draft beer, please?”

The young girl blushed, gently tapping two chopsticks on the table with both hands, looking pitiful.

Lin Zifeng, who just got out of the car, only ordered food and didn’t get draft beer, which made her crave as she watched others enjoying it. She felt like a child eyeing their favorite toy.

“Tangtang, you drink that stuff too?” Liu Ruyan frowned at Lin Zifeng, still not very happy about what happened that night.

She was annoyed at the thought of wasting so many tears over it.

“I do! It’s really tasty. Ruyan sis, do you want to try a glass?”

Liu Tangtang encouraged, “Draft beer tastes much better than red wine, Ruyan sis. Just a little taste and I’m sure you’ll fall in love with it.”

“So confident? Ruyan widened her eyes roundly, still unconvinced that draft beer could be that good.

“Just try it, you’ll definitely like it.”

Huahua chimed in encouragingly, clearly having forgotten about the pretend Death Gods. They understood that idols are just idols, never to be seen in real life, let alone live with one.

Anyway, having an animal-like uncle was already enough.

“Hey! Let’s have a few draft beers, okay?” Liu Ruyan, reluctant to speak to Lin Zifeng, found talking to him uncomfortable, reminding him that she remembered the incident well.

So, Lin Zifeng saw this as both an apology and a way to please them, asking the stall owner for a big bottle of draft beer.

The three silly girls began drinking.

At the first sip, Liu Ruyan discovered it indeed tasted much better than red wine, and she became more addicted, drinking several glasses in no time, finishing the big glass of draft beer.

“Boss, another bottle of draft beer!”

Nearby, a shirtless tattooed man downed a glass of draft beer and boldly ordered another.

Already tempted, Liu Ruyan felt embarrassed asking Lin Zifeng for more, so she imitated the man, waving her small hand.

And said, “Boss, get me a bottle of draft beer too.”

“Wow! Ruyan sis, you really can drink, huh? You downed that whole big bottle yourself.” Tangtang, with a flushed face, looked admiringly.

“Of course. Did you think your Ruyan sister had a small drinking capacity?”

Liu Ruyan smugly enjoyed this bold and carefree feeling; her past social circles were filled with extravagance and elegance, meal and gathering conducted in a refined manner, leaving her feeling unfulfilled.

But just now, witnessing the bold gesture of the shirtless man made Liu Ruyan experience a different kind of thrill.

She particularly liked this bold and free lifestyle.

After living lavishly for so long, occasional simple pleasures brought surprise.

“Boss! Another bottle of draft beer!”

Huahua also mimicked Liu Ruyan’s earlier bold request for a big bottle.

“Boss, I want one too!”

Tangtang was even more absorbed.

Lin Zifeng shook his head helplessly; if they continued drinking this way, they were surely going to get drunk.

“Hey, hey, hey, drinking like this, you’ll definitely get drunk later,” Lin Zifeng kindly reminded.

Unexpectedly, Liu Ruyan glanced at him, “No need to worry about me, I have a high tolerance. How could a bit of alcohol get me drunk?”

Liu Ruyan wasn’t intoxicated by the drinking, but by the bold gesture of ordering more drinks, like Wu Song from Water Margin, how satisfying!

Just then, across the dim street, a young man in a black outfit and mask was surrounded by a group of flamboyant young girls.

Cheers and whistles filled the air, and admiring gazes were directed at the man in black.

“I am the Death God! I am here to save the World. When you need me most, I will appear in my most glorious form!”

The man in black declared, pulling back as he explained to the unknown girls surrounding him that he was the Death God.

The result was some of those unknown girls fainting with excitement…

“Isn’t he, isn’t he just another fake?”

Huahua, not remembering how much she drank, watched the fake Death God bleary-eyed.

“He must be fake. With the Death God’s low-profile personality, how could he appear so showy on the street?” Liu Ruyan smacked her lips, already on her third bottle!

“Definitely fake! My idol would never deceive young girls.” Liu Tangtang huffily scratched her head.

Then she picked up a glass larger than her face, drinking, her face rosy and completely absorbed.

Meanwhile, Lin Zifeng began to worry; if this continued, was he involved in rumors since that day in the subway? Was there a crowd of impersonators too?

If so, wouldn’t these bastards have ruined his image entirely?

Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng cursed internally.

…

After eating and drinking their fill, just as Lin Zifeng predicted, the three silly women were completely drunk. Whether it was due to bad moods, they laughed and joked, crazily acting out, and only with Lin Zifeng’s one-by-one help did they finally make it into the car.

“Lin Zifeng!” At that moment, Liu Ruyan opened her sexy legs and wrapped them around Lin Zifeng’s waist, her soft white curves like silken tofu.

“I’m here, I’m here.”

Finally getting them in the car, but they started acting crazy again. If he had known, he wouldn’t have let them drink.

Lin Zifeng was embarrassed, blaming himself.

“Uncle…”

Before he could deal with one, Tangtang began to act out too, wrapping her arms around Lin Zifeng’s neck, her dazed eyes like water-filled marbles. She pouted her moist lips, fragrant…