"I'm sorry, I don't like drinking. Please help me thank that gentleman for his kindness." Bai Yuyue calmly refused.
The waiter was obviously taken aback and said again: "This..."
"Go down." Bai Yuyue repeated without any hesitation.
The waiter then retreated, and calm returned to the box.
But soon, a surprised sound came from the corridor. Then not long after, Bai Yuyue heard another knock on the door.
"What's up?"
"Master Jiang Yiran ordered me to deliver a bottle of plum blossom wine to Master Bai." It was not the voice of the waiter who delivered the wine before, but a different voice.
His voice was very clear, but his words always contained a hint of leisurely laziness and teasing. Could it be that the waiter heard that he had just dismissed a wine delivery boy, so he volunteered to try his luck?
Although she thought so, it did not mean that Bai Yu Yueque wanted to accept this gift. She waved her hand with a lack of interest and said: "Thank you Mr. Jiang for your kindness. But I don't like drinking."
There was silence for a while. However, the voice at the door rose slightly in the next second: "Master Jiang said that the plum blossoms in this pot of wine were taken from the plum garden in Beiyuan, Tianjing, and the snow water was taken from the Yuquan Mountain in Shangjing.
The snow has the best taste, and the taste is bland and not overpowering. It is suitable for you, sir."
"Meiyuan..." Sure enough, the man holding the wine bottle at the door heard a trace of hesitation inside. He was actually betting that the words he just heard from Bai Yuyue, those words "National Memorial"
The feelings are all real.
Only a fool would believe that Bai Yu Yueque said those words to express his gratitude to Jiang Yiran for being a native of Yin. How could the sadness that blurted out without thinking be sung with just a little emotion?