"No, just heard about it." Mo Liancheng lied, appearing calm.
The old man then served the wine, bowls, chopsticks, and a dish of just-fried food before heading back into the kitchen.
Qu Tan'er looked at a small dish of newly served food, merely strips of fried meat. As for the type of meat, having arrived in this world, she could no longer be sure, given the strange animals she could hardly name.
Mo Liancheng immediately began eating.
"Tan'er, pour wine for me," he strangely demanded.
"..." The woman's mouth twitched.
"Not pleased?" Mo Liancheng raised an eyebrow, glancing at her.
"My lord, I'll do it!" Suddenly, a figure appeared, Huo Jianchen emerging in a dramatic fashion. He took the initiative to pick up the pot, poured a cup for Mo Liancheng, and then one for Qu Tan'er. Lastly, without any reservations, he took an empty teacup and poured one for himself.
His eyes shimmered with anticipation and excitement.
He drank a cup in one gulp!
