The old man said slowly, "Lord Shen, the Marquis is our host. He organized this banquet and invited us to dine, so we should naturally wait for all the dishes to be served. It's a matter of courtesy."
The middle-aged man added, "That's right. It's not that we wish to disrespect you, Lord Shen, but we must do this out of politeness."
The full-figured young woman, meanwhile, covered her mouth with her hand in a shy display. "Lord Shen, I'm not very good at holding my liquor. Please don't be offended."
The three of them each had their own excuse, and in this situation, they all sounded perfectly reasonable.
Shen Bai considered this for a moment, then said, "I told you to drink. Your refusal is a sign of disrespect."
As soon as he said this, the entire table fell silent.
The others at the table began to shift uncomfortably. Shen Bai's words were far too direct.
