Yu Jiuqing paused, slightly taken aback. He instinctively glanced at Yu Zihan and saw the look of anticipation on his face. It felt as if the tip of his heart was seared by a gentle heat. Without another word, he tilted his head back and drained the wine in his hand.
Yu Zihan's lips immediately curved into a smile. He refilled Yu Jiuqing's cup, his pair of phoenix eyes, nearly identical to his father's, fixed on him as he asked, "Father, how is the wine?"
Yu Jiuqing, having grown somewhat accustomed to his son's attentiveness today, nodded. "It's not bad. Smooth and full-bodied. It's a fine wine."
Yu Zihan couldn't help but beam, his eyes crinkling with the smile. 'I'll have to properly thank Wang Dapang for recommending this wine when I get back,' he decided.
