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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)
Winejar kept challenging me. One cup after another
had gone into our stomachs. Twenty minutes later,
one bottle of wine had gone. Big Winejar’s face had
gone red. But I was as normal as ever. Elephant’s
husband had been honoured with the name Big
Winejar. He was by no means willing to lose face in
front of me. He opened another bottle of wine. Soon
the second bottle of wine had gone too. Big
Winejar’s movement became clumsy. But I was wide
awake. My face didn’t go red and my heart didn’t
miss a beat. He was surprised. He knew he had met
his match but he struggled and opened the third
bottle of wine. After we drank a few cups of wine, he
lay on the table to sleep, and a moment later he
slipped under the table and slept soundly there.
Rather than getting me inebriated, he had got himself
drunk. Elephant’s face revealed a bit of
embarrassment, but soon it disappeared. She was
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