Taking a sip, Wang Jing Hua froze for a moment before putting the pot down. Pursing her lips, she stared at Di Tou and said, "Old Pi, why did you suddenly bring me this?"
The wine… naturally wasn't the Familial Wine. A bottle like that, even Wang Jing Hua with her poor memory would have instantly recognised, because she kept it very safe and had it enshrined in a cool stone box in her own bedroom. More importantly, although Di Tou didn't consider himself aligned with the Wang family's traditions, he nonetheless had lived there for over two decades, how could he not understand the importance of such a thing? He wouldn't take it out just for fun or to be pushy.
