"Sir, this wine of yours is truly fine—very mellow and fragrant. Unfortunately, I'm no connoisseur, so I can't quite articulate what makes it so good!" Zhou Fan lifted his cup. He didn't drain it in one go, but took a small, careful sip before speaking with an apologetic smile.
"Sir, instead of tasting it with your tongue, try feeling it with your heart. You see, besides myself, you're only the third person to ever drink this wine of mine. The first two shared their impressions after they drank it, and I found that each of them had a point!"
The old Taoist gave a faint smile and gestured toward the wine remaining in Zhou Fan's cup.
"Is that so? Then this really must be some incredible wine. Fill it up, fill it up! If it's this good, I can't just have one sip!" After hearing the old Taoist's words, Zhou Fan grinned and pushed his cup forward, motioning for him to pour a full one.
