Impossible
編集者: Misty Cloud Translations
Feng Jiu poured herself a cup of wine and sipped it. Wanyan Shisan rolled up his sleeves and started eating boldly, without concern for appearances as each dish was brought to the table. Feng Jiu smiled and started moving her chopsticks.
"Do you have any enemies?"
She stopped putting food in her mouth when she abruptly spoke and asked Wanyan Shisan this question.
Wanyan Shisan, who was eating the food with relish, remarked, "Who doesn't have enemies when venturing outside? Why do you ask?" As soon as he stopped speaking, seeing that she had put down her chopsticks and looked at him strangely, he took another bite to eat and asked, "What's wrong? Why don't you eat? Are these foods not to your liking?"
"These dishes have been drugged." Feng Jiu spoke leisurely.
"Ah-hem!"
When he heard this, he suddenly choked, dropped his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with his big hand, and asked, "What did you say?"