Hua Yan's eyes brimmed with laughter. She had missed the aroma of the Drunken Beauty wine, having not smelled it for just a few days.
Feng Niang placed the wine jar on the desk and, with a smile, said to Dong Zhi, "Today, this servant received a banknote of fifty thousand silver from this lady, but the young master brought out a jar of Drunken Beauty. By this account, this servant has made a loss."
Dong Zhi raised his eyebrows with a smile, "When one meets a kindred spirit, it is a fortunate event in three lifetimes. And when fine wine meets a connoisseur, the spirit of the wine is also very fortunate. Why should Feng Niang worry on my behalf? I've kept it for so many years; perhaps it was waiting for today, to be shared with sister."
Feng Niang glanced at Dong Zhi and Hua Yan in his arms and couldn't help laughing, "The young master speaks the truth; it's me being worldly, only seeing silver." With that, she chuckled and went downstairs.
