When bombarded with things that filled him with both surprise and a tiny bit of envy, Yang Qing dealt with it the best way he knew how, which was to drink his envy away.
Good wine and good food always had this miraculous way of settling the heart, washing away negative emotions, and replacing them with warm, positive ones. As such, to Yang Qing, it wasn't just drinking and eating; to him, it was cultivating the heart. That is why he did so diligently. The heart had to be cultivated at all times, especially within his inhospitable working environment, which constantly exposed him to elements that tested his heart.
"Mmh, this is really good," Yang Qing said, pulling back from the wine cup to examine it closer.
"I am glad," said Han Bai, and though his expression didn't change much from his usual placid state, Meng Song wore a smile that was more like a restrained chuckle as she looked at him.
