The banquet was set in the Xu Family's main hall, with one main table and two guest tables; aside from the seat of honor, every place was already taken.
The tables were piled high with rich dishes, and every cup was filled with top‑grade liquor. Yet no one was picking up their chopsticks.
When Lin Tian led Miaoqiu into the main hall, he smiled an apology, then strode straight up to the main seat, raised his cup, and said, "I'm late, so I should punish myself with three cups."
As he spoke, he poured the wine in the cup down his throat in one go.
The icy liquor hit his throat, incredibly strong, yet it was like swallowing a ball of fire, burning fiercely.
The cup was a clay cup. Ordinary clay cups were rough in texture and ugly in color, but the one in Lin Tian's hand was finely fired, very comfortable to hold in one hand.
