"Yes, sake is quite suitable for women to drink, but our country's baijiu, that's the real man's liquor!" Jiang Xiaobai retorted.
"What did you say!"
Yamamoto Ichiro glared at Jiang Xiaobai with fury in his eyes.
"Bastard! Are you implying I'm a woman?"
One of his hands was already on the hilt of his tachi, ready to draw and attack Jiang Xiaobai at any moment.
"Young Yamamoto, don't get worked up, you're a guest, and I'm the host. If I were to strike you, that wouldn't be in keeping with the way to treat a guest, got it?"
Jiang Xiaobai, smiling slightly, said, "But don't you take an inch and try to take a mile!"
Instantly, the atmosphere around the dinner table became extremely tense.
"Jiang Xiaobai, what are you doing! Apologize to Mr. Yamamoto right now!" Zhao Guanjie, without getting the full story, was set on maintaining good relations with the Yamamoto household.
"Secretary Zhao, why should I apologize?" Jiang Xiaobai snorted with a cold laugh.