"Mountain Master Zhou, Lord Hua, try this wine, it's fragrant."
Pan Mountain Eagle brought over two porcelain bowls, the dark red wine swaying inside.
Zhou Xuan took the wine, smelled it, and said to Pan Mountain Eagle, "Why does it smell like rancid oil?"
"Oh, the cork in that broken bottle was wedged too deep, couldn't get it out, so I smashed the glass neck with a wrench, some glass got in. I found a piece of gauze in the dining car to filter it, maybe that's why it smells like rancid oil now..."
"..."
Zhou Xuan frowned, "You old rascal, quite handy with stuff, aren't you?"
Painter smelled it and said, "Actually, it's sesame oil scent... not a big deal... drinkable."
He lifted the bowl and took a large gulp, not because of a craving for alcohol, but mainly thirst.
