The Huang Family's beef, the Ji Family's Qianqiu Drunk... and to top it all off, his master's wife's cooking.
Tonight's dinner was especially sumptuous.
His senior brother was a drunkard. The moment he saw the two large, full jars of Qianqiu Drunk, his eyes lit up, and he boisterously demanded that his master give him at least ten jin.
His master paid him no mind, simply taking the wine from his young disciple. He savored a sip, and a hint of softness appeared on his wrinkled, perennially stern face.
His master's wife kept piling food onto Qin Fang's plate, insisting that he had gotten thinner since he'd been away and that he had to eat more. Qin Fang chuckled happily, accepting everything and stuffing it all into his mouth.
Seeing that his master was ignoring him, his senior brother stopped trying to get a rise out of him and began to pour and drink by himself, perfectly content.
The dinner was harmonious and warm.
