"Xiao Qiu, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry and fill the gentleman's cup!"

Duan Cangqiong chuckled.

"Yes, master." The Little Maid snapped back to reality, picked up the wine jug from the table with her small hands, and filled Li Zhoujun's cup.

Duan Cangqiong smiled at Li Zhoujun, "This jug of mine can hold the mighty river, feel free to drink as much as you like, Fellow Daoist."