Ao Lie was eager to eat the dishes; he had hardly ever had this kind of food before.
Drink wine?
Could that stuff be as good as the nectar of the Crystal Palace?
He had seen it with his own eyes: Sha Chen dug out several jars from the ground that looked like they were self-brewed.
Home-brewed stuff—the taste, texture, and quality were definitely not as good as that of the Crystal Palace.
He was afraid that drinking it would ruin his appetite for the dishes.
He declined a couple of times and continued eating.
Sha Chen felt helpless and thought to himself, Could he know that I'm getting him drunk with ulterior motives, and that's why he's refusing to drink?
"COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!"
Ao Lie, eating too hastily, choked.
He quickly grabbed a cup of wine and downed it in one gulp, which finally allowed him to catch his breath.
Setting down the cup, his eyes suddenly glazed over. Then, looking back at the wine jars, his nose twitched.
