allonlinenovel Chapter 212: Alcohol intoxicates the body, but not the heart
Chapter 212: Alcohol intoxicates the body, but not the heart
At the end of the season, I sit and wait bored.
Looking at the small bottle on the wooden table, it was filled with black vinegar and there was prepared chili peppers next to it.
"It's a bit cold today."
There was playful laughter coming from the table nearby.
There were a few big men gathered together, drinking wine and mumbling something.
I didn't listen to it intentionally at the end of the season, and even if I did, I wouldn't seem to understand it.
That's not the language around Baishui Mountain.
Not long after, the waiter came over with a wine jug and tea bowls.
"Please enjoy your warm wine."
Add a bowl at the end of the season and take a sip.
The wine was spicy, and as it went down his throat, his entire stomach felt like it was burning.
The strong smell of alcohol was a bit pungent, and Ji Mo's body became hot in an instant.
"Is this wine?" "It doesn't seem to taste good." Ji Mo took another sip, and the burning sensation in his throat gradually dissipated.
Only a pungent smell remains.
At the end of the season, I sighed softly. I really couldn't understand why adults liked these things.
Ji Mo placed the wine glass in front of him and waited for the meal.
The big man who was drinking at the table next to him saw Ji Mo, he stood up and shouted to Ji Mo with his glass of wine.
"Brother, this wine is really spicy. It tastes better with some side dishes."
The man was big and strong, with a bulging belly and a red face, and looked like he was completely drunk.
As soon as the man spoke, Ji Mo looked over there. After he finished speaking, he drank the teacup in his hand.
The people around him laughed a few times.
Ji Mo nodded in response.
This time I came here for a bit of a strange reason.
Ji Mo has been feeling a little off lately, and was planning to go back to the bamboo building to start packing.
Just walking, there were some pauses.
He doesn't want to go back for the time being.
So he began to wander in the mortal world, walking aimlessly and seeing everything in the mortal world.
This time I came to the pub probably because I suddenly remembered that my father always liked to drink some wine when he was sad.
I had never tried the late season stuff before and couldn't understand why my father liked to drink it.
This time I ordered the wine intentionally, perhaps just to experience it for myself.
The pub was very lively, with people drinking around and chatting with each other, talking about themselves and what they had seen.
It’s just that at the end of the season I feel a little lonely in this bustling pub.
He couldn't understand why these people were so happy.
I also can't understand why alcohol makes them so excited.
Even after trying today, he couldn't understand it.
The steaming hot meal didn’t make Ji Mo wait long.
Looking at the meat-stuffed green peppers in front of me, the surface of the green peppers was fried in oil until it was burnt, the meat filling was stuffed very full, and the cut was coated with starch and fried until it was burnt red. It looked very appetizing.
Compared with it, braised beef with soy sauce and wontons are a bit plain.
The wontons are just ordinary home-cooked ones, with seaweed, dried shrimp, coriander and soup.
Ji Mo took the vinegar from the side and poured it on the wontons.
He vaguely remembered that when he was a child, he also liked to add vinegar when eating wontons with his father.
The slightly pungent sour taste whetted his appetite.
At the end of the season, he stirred the wonton soup, tasted it, and it was that familiar flavor, so he put the vinegar aside.
He scooped up a piece of wonton with a spoon, blew away the heat on it, and took a bite.
It just tastes normal, no different from what you would make yourself.
While eating his meal, Ji Mo looked around to see what the people in the tavern were doing.
This is his habit. He likes to sit in the corner and watch others having fun.
This habit may be due to the fact that I didn’t communicate much with others when I was a child, which led to my inability to fit in when I grew up, but I still like to watch their every move and try to understand them.
After eating a piece of braised beef in soy sauce, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of the pungent wine.
"Hmm, not very tasty."
As he drank the wine, a burning sensation appeared on his body, his head felt lighter, and everything around him became slightly blurry.
The suppressed emotions in my heart were also stirring, and at the end of the season I suddenly felt like speaking.
At the end of the season, I gradually understood that perhaps they drank alcohol just to achieve this effect.
After all, it is something so hard to swallow that I really can't understand why so many people like it.
Isn't this just asking for trouble?
His body was under the deliberate manipulation of the season end, and the dizziness brought by the alcohol gradually eroded his mind.
As a monk, ordinary alcoholic drinks no longer have much effect on him.
His body would spontaneously reject this kind of thing, and as long as his spiritual energy moved slightly, all the alcohol would be expelled.
However, in order to feel the sensation brought by the alcohol, Ji Mo strictly controlled the flow of spiritual energy in his body to prevent the alcohol from being discharged from his body.
"Well, it seems a little interesting."
The dizziness brought by the alcohol made Ji Mo more conscious.
The depression in his heart gradually dissipated.
There is a feeling that is hard to describe.
Looking around with a dizzy gaze, he felt dazed and like in a dream.
Ji Mo's cheeks turned slightly red and his brows relaxed slightly.
He drank the wine sip by sip, and the dizziness in his body became more and more intense.
But the thoughts in my mind remain the same, still so clear.
"Sure enough, it has no effect."
"Or is it that being able to do this has already achieved its effect?"
"It essentially makes one's brain dizzy, numb to the world, and sees everything around them as if in a dream."
"I can express the things I normally can't say, but I can let them out when I'm dizzy, letting out the suppressed emotions inside."
Season end sighs softly.
"Perhaps, the same is true of the wine brewed by monks."
Before I knew it, most of the end-of-season meal had been eaten.
At some point, the people at the table next to him started to speak in sharper tones and louder voices.
As if they were arguing, the man who had just spoken to Ji Mo sat there with a bitter smile on his face.
Ji Mo stared at them, but couldn't understand what they were saying.
Suddenly, everyone who was drinking with that man stood up. The tallest one walked up to the man, patted his face and spat on him.
He walked away cursing, and when he passed by Ji Mo, he looked at Ji Mo with an angry look and kicked Ji Mo's table over.
The dishes and chopsticks on the dining table were scattered all over the floor. If the man hadn't stopped him, he seemed to want to beat Ji Mo up.
Finally, the man punched the man, pushed him to the ground, kicked him, and then left with everyone.
Ji Mo just watched silently, without showing any emotion or saying a word.
It was not until the end that he understood what the man said to the man, "Waste, what a ditch thing."
The waiter seemed to be very familiar with such things. He waited until those people left before coming to Ji Mo and asking if everything was okay.
The man stood up from the ground, faced Ji Mo, wiped the saliva off his face, his red cheeks twisted slightly, anger, depression, many emotions gathered together, he forced a smile and apologized to Ji Mo.