After the maid left, Song Yizhi reached out to pick up the wine bottle. She opened the lid and took a look into the wine bottle.
The pale pink liquid looks clear.
Song Yizhi lowered his head and sniffed slightly.
It has a very mellow wine aroma and a light floral aroma.
The fragrant floral fragrance is not monotonous. It should be brewed by mixing several flowers in equal proportions.
Ziwei thought Song Yizhi was suspicious of something wrong with the wine. When she was about to say something, Song Yizhi had already picked up the wine glass, poured a glass of wine and put it to her lips to sip lightly.
Seeing Song Yizhi tasting wine, Ziwei stopped talking.
However, it can be seen that this eldest lady is still very particular about observing, smelling and tasting. She is much better than those customers who only know how to drink cows.
Song Yizhi put down the wine pot, put the lid back on, and held the small wine glass with her slender white fingers.
"This is flower wine." Song Yizhi raised the wine glass in his hand with a particularly determined tone.
Ziwei nodded, "Yes."
Song Yizhi raised his hand and motioned to Ziwei to pour the wine herself.
Ziwei nodded, took another bottle of wine, poured a glass gracefully, then picked up the glass and took a sip.
After taking a few sips of wine, Ziwei looked up at Song Yizhi with a reserved and reserved smile, "Besides flower wine, what else did the girl taste?"
"It's mellow in the mouth. The wine taste is very light and sweet, but it has great staying power." Song Yizhi lowered his head and took a sip. "It's different from what you smell, but this wine should have great staying power."
Ziwei nodded, and then reminded her warmly, "If the girl doesn't have a good drinking capacity, please drink a few less drinks."
Song Yizhi responded.
After a glass of wine, the enticing aroma of appetizers came.
After the dishes were placed, the maid who served them quoted a price and then raised the tray in her hand.
Song Yizhi paid the bill without saying a word and even gave a tip.
The maid said a few pleasant words with a smile on her face and left.
After three glasses of wine with delicious food, Song Yizhi's face showed a bit of boredom and depression.
Ziwei said softly, "What's on your mind, girl?"
Ziwei's question was like turning on the switch that Song Yizhi wanted to tell.
She placed the chopsticks in her hand heavily on the table, and her voice suddenly rose a little higher, "Is cultivation so important?!"
The silence of silk and bamboo covered Song Yizhi's slightly higher voice, so no one noticed at all.
But Rong Yueyuan was startled by Song Yizhi's emotional outburst. He looked at Song Yizhi, but felt something was wrong.
Ziwei looked at Song Yizhi gently and quietly, she was not in a hurry to speak.
It seems that this is an eldest lady who has accumulated resentment in her heart. She just doesn't know whether it is because she is too talented and has high expectations, which leads to excessive pressure, or because she feels unfair because she is not talented enough and works hard to catch up with others.
"Why does my mother always only see my brother in her eyes?! Is it because he is a boy and I am a girl that my mother is so partial?!" Song Yizhi vented his non-existent anger, "I have obviously worked hard, why can't I compare to my brother!"
Rong Yueyuan reacted instantly.
It started, it started, and there was no more truth in my mouth.
However, this little girl acted just like the real thing.
Ziwei understands it in her heart.
It turns out that she is an eldest lady who is not as talented as her younger brother but wants more care from her mother.
Ziwei was like a close big sister. She stood up and walked to Song Yizhi slowly, then picked up the wine bottle and poured her a cup of Baihua Brewing.
"Girl, talent is indeed unfair." Ziwei's gentle voice sounded, "This is a fact that cannot be changed."
Rong Yueyuan felt that there was something wrong with Ziwei's words. She seemed to be deliberately telling Song Yizhi that talent determines everything and you can't change anything.
Talent is important, but even more important is character. Talent without character is not enough.
Song Yizhi sneered, lowered her eyes, and murmured to herself, "If it can't be changed, then there will be no magic in this world."
Rong Yueyuan looked at the little girl who suddenly became pitiful, his eyes a little deeper.
He felt the malice emanating from Song Yizhi's bones. It was very real, so real that it worried him.
Ziwei paused, then looked at the little girl who suddenly became gloomy, her eyes darkening.
Song Yizhi seemed to realize that she had lost her composure, and she calmed down her emotions and returned to her arrogant look.
"I'm sorry, you didn't hear anything." After saying that, Song Yizhi picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
Ziwei responded obediently, and then poured another glass of wine for Song Yizhi.
"This wine is called Baihua Nong. Although there are no flowers, there are more than ten kinds of flowers in it." Ziwei changed the topic with a smile, "Girl, do you want to drink two more glasses?"
Song Yizhi picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, then handed the wine glass to Ziwei. She tilted her head and seemed to be talking nonsense, "You dare to call Baihua Brewing without Baihuahua Brewing. You are lying."
Looking at the little girl with a blushing face and somewhat blurry eyes, Ziwei knew that the alcohol from Baihua Brewing had increased her spirits, and the young lady was probably drunk.
Of course, Ziwei couldn't argue with a drunkard. She smiled and filled a glass of wine for Song Yizhi, "I'll see if I can make a real pot of Baihua Brew when I get back. When the girl comes back, I'll treat her to a drink."
Song Yizhi nodded. She raised the wine glass to her lips and was about to drink it when Rong Yueyuan took action.
Rong Yueyuan grabbed Song Yizhi's wrist and said in a slightly lower voice, "Stop drinking, you're drunk."
Even though he knew Song Yizhi might not be drunk, he still couldn't help but worry.
Song Yizhi pulled out her wrist hard, and some of the Baihua Brew in the cup spilled out as she struggled.
Light pink wine spilled on their sleeves.
Seeing this, Song Yizhi had already thought about how to apologize to the Fifth Elder when she went out, but now she had to continue acting.
"Leave me alone!" Song Yizhi said fiercely. She saw that the wine in the wine glass was almost spilled. She was so angry that she threw the glass on the table and said angrily, "It's none of your business whether I'm drunk or not!"
Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi quietly, his too calm look looked scary.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, he is worried about you too." Ziwei was afraid that Song Yizhi would fight with this man who looked like a guard, so she quickly spoke to comfort her.
Song Yizhi grimaced.
Ziwei glanced at the man wearing a mask depicting a rabbit.
This is an incredible sight.
This man is well-dressed and has a good temperament. He is not a bodyguard!
What is his background?
An alarm bell rang in Ziwei's heart, and she suddenly became a little wary of the two new guests.
Song Yizhi saw the flash of inquiry in Ziwei's eyes, and she knew that Ziwei was suspicious.
However, it cannot be said that she is suspicious. She has never let go of her suspicion since she appeared.
But how should I resolve Ziwei’s doubts?
That he is his follower?
How can this follower have such a good temperament? From one look, you can tell that he is a noble master!
Song Yizhi recalled the scene of Wei Ling warning Zhao Zhengyang inappropriately in her mind, and she glanced at Rong Yueyuan slightly.
It’s important to fool Ziwei first. As for the rest, just die when the time comes!
Song Yizhi stood up, raised his finger, pointed at Rong Yueyuan and cursed, "I'm telling you, don't think you can control me because you are my fiancé!"
fiancé?
Rong Yueyuan knew that his focus might be wrong, but... it was quite pleasing to the ear.
This trip was not in vain.
I know you will say that you are stuck again [take the blame]
Try to update early tomorrow
(End of chapter)
