Vice President Chen never expected that just after managing to snag a meal, he would be treated to a high-standard banquet that very evening.
Oh, how could he accept such hospitality?
He was brimming with confidence and ambition. He brought his tablet along, intending to demonstrate his skills to everyone before dinner—he wasn't there just for a free meal!
Who knew that upon arriving at the Song Family's, he would see Wu Lan in the courtyard asking Daoist Qingyun, "Daoist Master, can you have a drink?"
Daoist Qingyun replied modestly with a smile, "No need to prepare too much for this humble one, just a small glass will do."
"Oh, don't say that, Daoist Qingyun, you're a valued guest in our home! Drink as much as you like, we've got plenty."
If it were the past, they'd only dare offer one glass, but now it's a special brew prepared by Boss Chang, less intoxicating and exceptionally tasty.
Saying this, Wu Lan didn't feel guilty at all.
