"Come on, fill your cups to the brim! Fill to the brim!"
The gentle breeze was mild, teasing away the not-so-thick white waves.
The Green Wood Great Boat didn't wobble in the slightest.
Xu Zishuai stood on one leg in a horse stance, raising the wine jug high. The crystalline liquor poured out in a string of translucent beads, dropping into the cup.
The amber fluid shaded gradually from light to dark. Not a drop too many, not a drop too few—it lined the rim of the cup perfectly.
White clouds floated leisurely in the sky, casting rings of light and shadow.
The raucous cheering made the deck tremble ever so slightly.
Yang Dongxiong gripped his cup, draining it in one go. He held up the bottom of the cup with a swift, steady motion, not spilling a single drop, prompting a ship-wide round of applause!
"Good!"
"Brother Yang is so refreshing!"
"Another full cup!"
An hour.
