Zhao Changhe smiled, not dwelling on it, and accompanied him in draining his bowl. With a hiss, he exclaimed, "Good wine! I've never had such fine fruit liquor before."
Yuxu was quite delighted and laughed heartily, "Of course it's good wine. I picked the mountain fruit myself and used the best Qingxi Spring water to brew it by hand. I may not claim to be the best in anything else, but they shouldn't try to compete with me when it comes to wine."
Zhao Changhe asked, "Can I take some with me? I've just bought a gourd and it's still empty."
Yuxu waved his hand with a smile and said, "Just help yourself... and by the way, take another jug out for me, to give to someone."
"Who?"
"Li Shentong. Ask him how it tastes when he drinks it, whether he approves or not."
Zhao Changhe said, "...Alright. First, a toast to the elder."
Yuxu very gladly raised his bowl and drank, clearly enjoying the feeling of having someone to share a few bowls of warm wine with in this snowy wooden hut.
