Wen Qianyi understood, picked up the cup, washed it, and poured him a glass of water. She then laughed and said, "The wine you sent over is still with me. Want to drink it? Someone once said when slaughtering a fat sheep, that thinking about drinking a glass worth thousands feels very satisfying. Don't you think it's a waste not to drink it?"
"What's there to waste? They say it's just right for honoring our future... Hehe, let you offer flowers to Buddha!"
"Then I won't be polite, I'll finish it off tonight. But..." Wen Qianyi burst into laughter, "My dad won't appreciate your kindness, he might think it's no different from the dry red wine bought for a few dozen bucks at the supermarket, totally missing the point. If he knew the price, he'd definitely call it a waste!"
"Haha, doesn't matter, he's not my future father-in-law anyway, not my problem. Someday..."
