Chapter 160: Misplaced Affection
Another sheet of rice paper was drawn, and after a moment of thought, a few lines were written down: Green Ant New Brewed Wine, Red Clay Small Furnace, late comes the snow wanting sky, could one drink without cause?
After writing, she chuckled and put down the brush.
At the same time, Fourth Master also looked up, rubbing his wrist, "Feel like drinking?"
"Ah? No, not at all..." Ye Zao quickly shook her head, what good is drinking until you drop?
"Not drinking yet brewing wine? And what's with the poetry you wrote today?" Fourth Master picked it up and examined it, "Nice handwriting, but lacking in vigor."
"That's because someone's grinding the ink until exhaustion." How could one's brushstrokes be vigorous when their wrist is weak?
Fourth Master ignored her defense, "Why were you daydreaming today?"
This was about the incident in the morning.
Ye Zao giggled, "I was just thinking about delicious food, and so... my mind wandered."