After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the small tea room grew increasingly heated.
Third Elder's neckline widened more and more, revealing a strikingly white ravine, but she paid no mind, having forgotten the true identity of the person before her, treating them merely as a confidante girl.
Following the mood, the two didn't continue discussing anything unpleasant.
They talked about a lot, from historical major events to debating the historical status of shredded potatoes and scrambled eggs with tomatoes; discussing the debate between right and wrong and whether bellybands or stockings are better...
Unknowingly, You Su had already drunk over half of the second cup of wine.
"Ailin's Story is indeed nice, you seem so confident, then why don't you compose a poem for me..."
"Hmm..."
You Su stood up, swaying, pondering for a long time, before suddenly downing the wine and reciting with vigor:
"Green charm is idle and serene, crimson garment shallow and deep.
