[ Jiang Cheng already had his mouth open to comment on the 'do not drink' rule, but his husband beats him to it. He reaches out to take the jar, holding it awkwardly for a moment and wondering, absently, what Lan Xichen might be like with a little alcohol in him.

The thought strikes him as rude, somehow, so he says nothing of it and swallows it all away instead. ]

I grew up with Wei Wuxian. It would be dangerous if I couldn't handle my drink.

[ Still, he goes for the tea first, perhaps in deference to his husband's inability to drink without embarrassing himself. Settling, he frowns a little, leaning forward just-so. ]

You're not required to tell me anything. You know that.