As Ding Songyan studied Cheap Wine Shop, he did not forget to tell Li Baima and Wu Mo:
"You two order. I'm new here and don't know what their specialties are."
At his words, Twelfth Madam Luo's eyes shifted, sweeping over Ding Songyan.
Li Baima sat down and said to Twelfth Madam Luo:
"One jar of Jade Spring and one of Silver Glow. Both are good local wines."
The latter half was an explanation for Ding Songyan. Then he continued:
"Four small dishes to go with the wine, plus eight-treasure steamed duck, pork belly with preserved mustard greens, shrimp and pork meatballs, mixed vegetables..."
Twelfth Madam Luo carefully noted everything down. Just as she was about to pass the order to a waiter, Wu Mo reached for her sleeve.
She lightly stepped back, leaving Wu Mo's hand grasping empty air.
Wu Mo was used to this. With a cheeky grin, he said:
"Twelfth Madam, we patronize your Wine Shop every day, yet you never offer to have a drink with us."
Twelfth Madam Luo glared at him.
"How about some foot-washing water?"
"I'll drink it! If you dare serve it, I dare drink it!" Wu Mo was not one to back down verbally either.
"Fine. That makes two," Twelfth Madam Luo said, the corners of her mouth lifting.
Ding Songyan glanced at Wu Mo, took out a pair of wooden chopsticks, and asked Twelfth Madam Luo with feigned casualness:
"Whose foot-washing water are you planning to use?"
Twelfth Madam Luo's gaze swept over him, and her smile suddenly blossomed like a flower.
"Yu Qilang's."
A young man nearby, busy clearing tables and doing odd jobs, looked up blankly.
"Did you need something, proprietress?"
He was quite young, with numerous red bumps on his forehead.
"Boil a kettle of water later