Whether it was to keep Song Tianyou's expectations from being dashed or to ensure victory in the coming competition, Song Ying couldn't afford to take the matter of inviting the God of Gamblers out of retirement lightly—even if completing the task meant bringing along a useless burden who knew nothing at all.
Song Ying acted quickly. Old Man Song finished giving his instructions in the morning, and after lunch, she personally went to the place where Luo Qiu was temporarily staying.
This was the inner courtyard of the Cold Residence, a heavily guarded area where only members of the Song Family were qualified to live. Young Master Qiu was naturally an exception.
Plop!
Song Ying placed a thick stack of books in front of Luo Qiu, making the table tremble.
Luo Qiu curiously picked up the top book and flipped through a few pages before looking at Song Ying. "These books are for me?"
The stack was more than forty centimeters thick, and without exception, every book was about red wine, covering such fields as its origins, brewing techniques, and culture.
Of course, red wine was a vast academic subject. Though these books were thick, they were probably only a drop in the ocean of red-wine culture.
"They're for you to read," Song Ying said indifferently. "We're going to visit the God of Gamblers in person. You'll need the knowledge in these books. Don't worry. I won't inhumanely demand that you memorize everything in them backward and forward. I'm only asking you not to look completely bewildered whenever red wine comes up... Just finish reading them tonight. Tomorrow, I'll give you some temporary wine-tasting training!"
Reading more than forty centimeters of specialized books in one night—at least a dozen books—and that still wasn't inhuman?
"I'll try to read the parts