With everything he needed to set in place already done and nothing else left to do, it didn't take long for Yang Qing to tumble down the all-too-familiar rabbit holes with Bu Zhou. As with every engaging and immersive conversation, they went through the food quickly without either of them noticing—especially the wine, which always seemed to pair so perfectly with scintillating conversation.
Yang Qing even forgot his intent to hoard it all for himself, pouring generous amounts of the old pine needle wine for them both. When they had finished all the jars he'd ordered, the conversation was so absorbing that he absentmindedly brought out his best brew from his personal collection instead of ordering more from the teahouse. It was the wine he had received from that mysterious figure who appeared when he and Meifeng were hanging out.
