"It's such a pity that you don't enjoy drinking." Du Gang was always cautious about personal secrets, and this time he still didn't ask Zheng Yichen about his little tricks. He merely said, "In the future, whenever I get a new wine, I'll rely on you to handle it."
"You should take more back with you this time."
"Alright, then I'll help myself. Come, come, don't just sit there staring—join me for a drink."
Tanshia Firlo, who had been eagerly waiting, grabbed the straw next to her, inserted it into the wine jar, and drank with a blissful smile that made Zheng Yichen rub his forehead helplessly.
He silently reminded himself multiple times: this isn't a human child but a dragon whose age—if calculated from egg incubation—was hundreds of times older than his own. Drinking beverages is absolutely fine.
