Lina possessed a well-earned reputation for her liquor tolerance, particularly when it came to potent drinks.

She could easily outmatch Peter in that regard.

Observing his wife's solicitous demeanor, Peter found himself struck with astonishment and gently patted her head as if seeking assurance.

“Are you feeling all right?"

Lina proceeded to pour three modest cups without hesitation.

With a subtle undercurrent of bitterness in her tone, she remarked, “Edwin, this one's to your happiness. Your parents must be overjoyed to see you settled! Don't forget to bring Miss Smith over for a meal.

While I may not excel in many areas, whipping up a couple of homemade dishes is well within my capabilities."

Edwin promptly downed his cup.

Lina mirrored his action.

The two of them engaged in an accelerated and relentless drinking bout, one cup swiftly succeeding the last, leaving Peter gaping in disbelief.

Beyond the window, a gentle drizzle began to descend, its soft pitter-patter creating a soothing ambiance.

Peter peered through the window, taking note of the rain outside.

“This rain might pose a problem for Edwin's journey back."

In the blink of an eye, he discovered that his wife had imbibed herself into a stupor.

Her glass lay askew, spilling a neat trail of Liquor.

Peter couldn't help but express his exasperation.

"This woman! Always the one to steal the spotlight! And now she's truly outdone herself."

Ever considerate, Edwin draped a coat over Lina and gently encouraged Peter to drink more. Peter couldn't help but feel a certain wariness toward Edwin. Where had the young man acquired such an impressive alcohol tolerance?

He had intended to avoid excessive drinking, but Edwin possessed an uncanny knack for pressing his buttons.

A few words from Edwin and Peter were soon drawn into the drinking fray.