Lu Jihan looked up at Uncle Rong and said, "Uncle Rong, pour him a little bit."
Song Yinyin was startled and stopped him: "Hey, are you joking? How old is Dabai, and you're giving him alcohol?"
"Precisely because he's curious, he should taste it. Once he knows what it tastes like, he'll know whether to drink or not."
As he spoke, Lu Jihan confidently handed Song Dabai's wine glass to Uncle Rong.
Uncle Rong nodded and poured a little red wine into Song Dabai's small glass.
Song Dabai was very curious, yet a little afraid. He carefully picked up the glass and took a small sip.
With that sip, his little face scrunched up like an old man's.
"Ugh—it's so bad, why is it so sour? Daddy, Mommy, why do you drink such awful stuff?!"
Song Dabai quickly stuck out his little tongue in distaste and pushed the small glass away.
Only a child like Song Dabai would mistake red wine for a drink.
