Jian Qing shook his head firmly and passed the wine to Bai Jue, "No."
Bai Jue took the bottle of wine, smiling as he looked at Grandpa Jian, "Grandpa Jian, we will savor this bottle of wine properly and won't waste your years of precious collection."
Old Master Jian blew his beard and glared at him, snorting lightly.
"Remember to leave the money for the wine."
The others couldn't help but chuckle.
Apart from Jian Luo, Quan Jingwu and the other men all poured themselves some wine.
"Eat more vegetables, no picky eating," Black Jack cautioned the person next to him whose chopsticks continuously went for the meat dishes, his brows slightly furrowed.
Jian Luo outright ignored his voice, happily gnawing on a little lamb steak.
Suddenly, a chopstick-full of green vegetables flew into his bowl, making his head spin.
Jian Luo glanced sideways at the person next to him, wanting to pick the vegetables out and give them back, "I have enough to eat, don't pick for me."
