Zhu Yu was pondering irritably when she suddenly noticed Lu Qing pick up a tea cup from the table, tear open the sealing paper of a wine jar, and fill the cup with wine.
The wine was exceptionally clear, without a hint of cloudiness, presenting a light amber hue in the white porcelain tea cup.
Just by pouring it into the cup, Zhu Yu could already smell a gentle and rich aroma of the wine, allowing even someone like her, who knew nothing about the art of drinking, to instinctively judge that the wine in the tea cup was certainly a top-quality vintage.
She then watched Lu Qing raise the tea cup to his lips, his throat quivering as he drank it all in one go.
"No—" Zhu Yu exclaimed, hastily reaching out to stop him, but she was a step too late and could only watch with widened eyes as he drank the cup of wine.
Lu Qing put down the tea cup, raising an eyebrow at Zhu Yu: "Why? Is Madam interested in drinking with me?"
