Yang Qing poured himself a cup, and for his guest he made sure to bring out a larger wine bowl, given his guest's love for wine. If that person claimed to be second place in loving wine, then no one dared claim first.
"Thank you," said Dai Chen with a grin that was part smile and part him licking his lips in anticipation. Yang Qing, acting contrary to his usual stingy self, had actually brought out the good stuff.
"How is it you ended up with the luck of receiving such a magnificent wine?" Dai Chen sighed in envy as he brought his bowl close, throwing tender gazes at the clear wine within it. "I am the wine lover," he grumbled, still looking tenderly at the bowl.
Licking his lips once more like a starved ghost, Dai Chen drained it clean in an instant before reaching for the gourd it had come from. But Yang Qing, already anticipating such a thing, snatched it away and shielded it with his arms.
