"Sirong has always been competitive," Ge Weihong said as she poured him a glass of water. "There, you should drink less; you'll be meeting Master Jiang soon. You reek of alcohol; what kind of impression will that leave?"
Lu Zhengyuan hastily replied, "Right, right, you're right, my wife. I mustn't be rude when I see Master Jiang."
Having said that, he took the glass of water Ge Weihong offered and drank to rid himself of the smell of alcohol.
The elder Lu frowned and asked the couple, "Why didn't you two tell me about Sirong's acquaintance with Master Jiang? When did she meet Master Jiang?"
Even though the elder Lu didn't meddle much, he was aware that it was improbable for Lu Sirong to know Master Jiang without a reason.
Even he, an old man, only knew of Master Jiang by reputation and had never made his acquaintance.
