Su Zizhan unscrewed the cap and effortlessly lifted his jar of wine, clinking it against Lu Zhiling's. The two jars chimed together, a rich aroma of wine filling the room instantly, saturating it with a fragrant bouquet.
Lu Zhiling brought his jar to his lips and tilted his head back for a long drink.
Su Zizhan, on the other hand, took a leisurely sip and then set down his jar.
After a spell of chugging, Lu Zhiling wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Excellent wine." He then glared at Su Zizhan, "We agreed to finish it, why did you only take one sip? Are you sparing your fine wine?"
Su Zizhan scoffed, "With over a hundred jars in the cellar, do you think I'd mourn the loss of one or two?" Putting down the jar, he picked up some chopsticks, took a mouthful of food, and continued, "I'm still recuperating, and I'm still taking medicine from Tian Bujue; Hua Yan won't let me drink alcohol and harm my health."