Xun Yin recalled his days as a Cabinet Scholar, always amidst sorrow, seldom drinking, and as he rose to snatch the wine cup, Ye Yuan couldn't stop him.
Suddenly, a distinctly jointed hand naturally snatched the wine jug with the Fang Ji Wan Rui flower pattern from Ye Yuan's hand a step quicker.
"Uncle Xun, I'd like to try the taste of the wine. Let me drink it."
Shen Chen finished speaking and picked up the wine jug, pouring the wine gracefully into his mouth. Under the moonlight, his Adam's apple bobbed several times before he finished half a jug of wine. Maybe he was too hasty, or perhaps the wine was too strong; after drinking, he coughed a few times, his face tinged with a slight blush.
Ye Family gave him a helpless look: "Why drink so hastily? This is aged Fenjiu, very strong. Don't follow your Uncle Xun drinking half a jug. Tomorrow you'll wake up with a severe headache."
