The fox's den wafted with warmth, while the crisp winter vegetables rivaled even the sweet pads of a bear's foot.
With winter's arrival, the alcohol at home had slightly increased from before, everything seemed destined for another toast...
Outside the house, rain came quickly and left just as fast.
Inside, the two heroic men refilled their wine urn as soon as it emptied.
For a moment, the room was filled with the fragrance of wine, dispelling any chill from the winter day.
A plate of cold spring vegetables and a plate of stinky tofu accompanied their drinks, which to these two kindred spirits tasted better than any exotic delicacy.
Azhu, always frail, succumbed to sleep soon after drinking a bowl of spicy wine.
Jiang Dali, however, joined Qiao Feng in finishing urn after urn.
From slightly tipsy to bleary-eyed drunk, their conversation moved from fist and foot skills to heroes of the world, and to grand ambitions.
