"I am a disciple from the Academy, Pharmacist Li. May I ask who you are?"
Ji Zichang glanced at the wine jug, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
Since childhood, he was unaccustomed to sharing a wine jug or utensils with others.
Over more than thirty years, this habit had become an imprint ingrained in his instincts. Even though Li Guanyi drank by tilting the jug without making contact, there was still a lump in his heart. Upon hearing the question, he smiled and said,
"I am Chang Wen, a disciple from the Academy. I've had the pleasure of meeting you."
He took the wine jug back and hid it to the side, quietly wiping it down with his hand.
There was a moment of silence; then he passed the wine jug over.
Li Guanyi, curious, asked, "What's wrong?"
Ji Zichang replied with a warm smile, "I have always enjoyed bestowing favors upon others."
"Since Mr. Li likes this wine, I will give it to you as a gift for our meeting."
