“Here, Old Tian, Sister. Eat, eat.” Zhang Ye said politely.
Tian Bin did not move his chopsticks. The wine had been brought over, so he twisted it open and poured a full cup for himself. He then passed it to Zhang Ye, “Pour some for yourself.”
“Sure, let’s have a drink together.” Zhang Ye poured some for himself.
Tian Bin’s wife kept glancing at them, “This should be a good wine; I will have some, too.”
“What are you drinking for?” Tian Bin was unhappy.
Tian Bin’s wife had been speaking with sarcasm since the moment she had entered the restaurant, “Only you can drink and I cannot? I’m not in a good mood; can’t I have a glass?”
“Drink, drink, drink. Who cares about you?” Tian Bin then took a mouthful.
They had nothing to talk about. They were foes to begin with, so the atmosphere was rather awkward. Besides eating, they were drinking. No one tried to say anything more.
Finally, it was alcohol that worked its magic.