"Then let's have a few drinks."
It was time for lunch.
He Ying had someone pass the lunch.
The two of them sat opposite each other, savoring the wine.
He Ying introduced, "This wine was personally brewed by the late Emperor. He loved wine as much as life itself, and he brewed an exceptional wine. Would you care to try?"
He poured her a cup.
Sang Yan thanked him and took the cup, sipping it—it was incredibly spicy, so much so that it made her eyes squint.
"This flavor—"
She just couldn't drink it!
It was supposed to be a casual taste of whatever wine was at hand, but it turned out to be unbearable.
He Ying saw her squinting her eyes, looking adorably funny, and teased her with a laugh, "Try savoring it more. It's spicy but also full-flavored, it gets better the more you drink."
Sang Yan took another sip, and just like before, it was spicy enough to make her eyes squint, "No, I can't handle this flavor."
"Then you're missing out on a delicacy."