"Who's defeated?" Shen Yuan asks with an amused little huff, and shoves the entire remaining half a chip into his mouth. It's...honestly yeah, it's pretty gross. Did the kitchen fuck it up somehow, or do people really live like this?

"If Huaisang doesn't care for this tradition, he can try something else," Shen Yuan says magnanimously, like he doesn't care one way or another. And then he pours them both more wine, because god knows they need it.