Lin Feng lightly sniffed the wine cup, and her eyes lit up.
She said with a beaming smile, "The general was thoughtful."
Being called "General" sent the grain-supervising officer into raptures. After downing several cups of strong liquor, he smacked his lips and closed his eyes to savor the taste. When he opened them again, they were slightly hazy. Leaning close to Lin Feng, he exhaled a heavy reek of alcohol. "Even I, your elder brother, can't bear to drink too much of this fine wine. But when entertaining family, we must bring out the best. What matters most is that little brother enjoys it."
Lin Feng smiled and drained her cup in one go.
Seeing how straightforward Lin Feng was, the grain-supervising officer could not help clapping. "Hahaha, little brother, you really can hold your liquor! Come, fill it again!"
Lin Feng instead covered the wine cup with her hand and politely refused.
"A few cups are enough to lift the spirits, but if we drink too much..." She cautiously glanced around, then leaned close to the grain-supervising officer's ear. "Things are rather tense these days, and quite a few people are watching this plum position of yours. If they secretly grow jealous and ruin your prospects..."
The displeasure on the grain-supervising officer's face smoothed away.
He sighed, moved Lin Feng's hand aside,
and leaned over to whisper, "Why must little brother be so careful? There are indeed many people eyeing your elder brother's position, but who told Patriarch Chen to think so highly of me? Those little bastards want to replace me in the seat beneath my backside? Hmph, they still have to see whether the other party agrees."
With that, he filled Lin Feng's cup again.
With gifts paving the way, the grain-supervising officer was in excellent