"All right, no more pretending to be polite. They've already poured it for you, it wouldn't be polite not to drink," Jiang Hui's voice came just in time.
Seeing her carrying a plate of fried fish out of the kitchen, Tang Guoqing simply said, "Come on, Chen, let's drink at the dining table, and take it slow."
"Okay," Chen Wei walked steadily toward the dining room with a wine glass in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.
His steps were steady, but Tang Guoqing's heart had not stopped fluttering until the wine glass was securely on the table, afraid even a drop might spill.
For a lover of wine like him, spilling even a drop of such fine liquor was enough to cause an ache in the heart, making one almost wish to lick it off the floor to minimize the loss.
"Here, Uncle, give it a try," Chen Wei invited.
"Well then, I shall not stand on ceremony," Tang Guoqing glanced at Tang Qing, then back to Chen Wei, and finally at his wife Jiang Hui.
