Sisi picked up the wine pot to pour Zhao Changhe a drink and casually said, "Deep woods shrouded in fog, the air cold, the sky chilly. I remember you used to chug straight from a gourd without warming the wine. Aren't you used to that? Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do."
Zhao Changhe hinted at a double meaning, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with burning it either."
It seemed a response to the previous "self-neglect" comment, something Sisi used to take great offense to.
As if she had understood, Sisi blinked, chuckled, and sighed, "Burning the wine is not the norm; most of the time, it's hidden within the pot, invisible. Neither cold nor hot, drink it or leave it."
Zhao Changhe simply drank in silence.
Sisi said, "Hey, aren't you afraid I'd poison it?"
Zhao Changhe replied, "Didn't you say that the Langya Wang family has its ways and can handle poison?"
