Do Me A Favor After Drinking My Wine

A few dishes were finally served. With a wave of the white-haired elder's hand, a pot of wine appeared on the table.

"Just a pot?" The skeleton-like person frowned, "I haven't even drunk water for so many years and now that I get to drink your wine, you're only giving us one pot?"

The white-haired elderly scoffed and said, "You know nothing about drinking wine. If hundreds of pots of good wine were to be presented at once, then everyone will think of them cheaply. There is such a thing as too much, you know. Then, they will drink eight taels at most, when they could have drunk a catty."

"I want everyone to think that it is a limited resource. Then everyone will have the 'I'll drink more lest I suffer a loss' mentality. Only then will the drinking session be meaningful!" the white-haired elderly explained with no small measure of disdain.

"Very clever!"