“The bejeweled nectar of each respective Fort Master has honestly made Miao-” With the alcohol rushing up to his brain, he almost said his real name. Miao Yi pretended to belch, and hurried to correct himself, “-they have honestly made me amazed beyond measure. I only regret not being able to bring out an exquisite brew like the Fort Masters’ to share, and can only sit here to simply enjoy it. I’m truly ashamed.”
“Ah! My boy, you are mistaken!” Zhu Daneng stood up, magnanimously waving his hands and said, “We are all well-versed in wine so we’re not lacking for your brew. Brother, it’s enough that you do not hesitate; sit down and be at ease. If I have been a bad host, please forgive me!”
Everyone nodded in agreement one after another. The next person in a hurry to offer his wine was even gesturing for Miao Yi to quickly sit down. He was still waiting for his world-shaking comment.
