"Then I'll just drink a little."
Qian normally never drank alcohol. It wasn't that she couldn't hold her liquor—truth was, she had no idea what her tolerance was like. She just subjectively assumed her alcohol tolerance was terrible, that was all.
She took a small sip, nodded, and said, "This wine really is different from regular baijiu. It's not that spicy or choking, it's got a kind of sweet-and-sour taste, and there's also all kinds of Chinese medicine flavors mixed in."
Jiang Xiaobai laughed. "Exactly, that's why it's the good stuff. I just checked what's in that wine jar—those are all good things, all precious medicinal herbs."
Qian said, "I just keep feeling this isn't right. After all, it belongs to someone else, and we didn't say a word before helping ourselves."
