The woman looked at Jiang Hao and mixed another drink. In the cocktail glass, the liquor was sky blue, growing lighter toward the top like the sky itself.
"Orchid Weeps Dew!"
With only those three words, she pushed the glass toward Jiang Hao.
Jiang Hao looked at the glass and smiled. "The drink is beautiful, and the name is lovely too."
"Orchids weep dew amid sorrowful mist by the rail,
The gauze curtains are touched by chilly air.
A pair of swallows fly away.
The bright moon knows not the bitterness of parting;
Its slanting light shines through vermilion doors until dawn.
Last night's west wind withered the green trees.
Alone, I climbed the high tower
And gazed to the end of the road beneath heaven.
I wished to send a colored note, but had no messenger;
Mountains stretch long and waters lie far—who knows where that person is?"
As he spoke, he lifted the glass and drained it in one gulp. After savoring it carefully, he looked at the woman and said, "This drink contains a sense of desolation, a longing filled with grievance and yearning."
"One gazes to the ends of the earth, where mountains are long and waters broad, yet has no idea where that person may be. One hopes, searches, and looks up at heaven and earth."
"Fine verse, fine wine, utterly wonderful," Jiang Hao said with narrowed eyes.
The woman was about to make another drink when Jiang Hao suddenly raised a hand to stop her.
"No need to make any more," Jiang Hao said.
"Of my ten drinks, you've only had four. What, afraid of getting drunk?" the woman asked.
Jiang Hao chuckled. "Heh heh, not at all. I just hope that when I come next time, I can still try different drinks. Finishing