Zhou Ying stood up, fixing his gaze on the wine pot in the hand of the small servant beside Yue Linze: “I always feel the wine in this pot should taste better. Would Zhou dare to ask the City Lord for a cup to taste?”
“O-our wine is all the same, what’s good or not about it,” Yue Linze became anxious.
Zhou Ying persisted: “But I just feel this wine tastes better.” He reached out to grab it, and the servant quickly stepped back.
Zhou Ying immediately said: “I just want to ask the City Lord for a cup. Why are you so afraid? Could the wine in this pot be different from ours?” Slightly drunk, his voice was uncontrolled and loud, drawing many people’s attention.
Yue Linze’s face turned red, and after a while, he stammered: “Not exactly…”
“It’s not for that reason. This wine is what we, as a couple, are toasting to our guests – a drink shared between us. How can you, Young Master Zhou, interfere with something so private?” Tao Yu looked at Zhou Ying leisurely.
Zhou Ying was stunned, and before he could speak, several men beside him pulled him away. Yue Linze gratefully looked at Tao Yu, and after finishing toasts at the remaining tables and returning to the main hall, he whispered: “How did you know his name is Zhou Ying? Do you know him?”
Tao Yu was taken aback, laughing awkwardly: “I heard it at their table.”
“Oh, I see,” Yue Linze laughed, “My darling is so clever.”
“Are you and him enemies? He seems to dislike you,” Tao Yu asked casually, wondering if this world had similar tensions with Zhou Ying’s character.
Mentioning Zhou Ying made Yue Linze unhappy: “I haven’t offended him. He just doesn’t like me from birth.”
“Really?” Tao Yu blinked, “But there must be a cause, right?”
Yue Linze thought for a long time, and only when they sat in the main seats did he whisper to Tao Yu: “If we must find a cause, when we were young, he was my reading companion. I once put a bed sheet I had urinated on in his bed. Does that count?”
