Yang Qing took his seat in one of the futons. He gently shook the gourd of Flowing Cloud Sorghum Fire Wine from side to side as his gaze drifted to the other wine gourds and tea kettles clustered neatly on the gold-leaf table. After a bit of deliberation, curiosity got the best of him. He set the sorghum wine aside and reached for the other wines on the table, opening one after another and taking a generous whiff each time, nodding appreciatively with each one.
Eventually, he seemed to decide. He brought one gourd closer for another deep sniff. "Sweet glutinous rice wine it is," he said, licking his lips as he quickly poured it into a wine cup. The wine was pale and fragrant, with a faintly cloudy body and a silky viscosity reminiscent of light honey.
