Yan Rusheng raised his glass with both hands and clinked glasses with Ming Zhongsheng. He smiled and said, "Grandpa Ming, you are too courteous."
He took a sip.
The taste of the authentic northern liquor was extremely strong and spicy, and even more so when it flowed down the throat.
Yan Rusheng didn't have a liking for this particular liquor. However, Ming Zhongsheng loved it and he had to drink it with him.
The old man, Ming Zhongsheng, favored liquor like this. Drinking half a bottle had no effect on him at all.
He finished half a glass with a gulp and ate a mouthful of food while glancing at Wen Xinyi. He laughed and said, "Xinyi, propose a toast to Rusheng."
Wen Xinyi was slightly embarrassed.
Her cheeks flushed and they looked like two half-ripe apples.
She raised her glass and stretched her hand towards Yan Rusheng politely. "Mr. Yan, allow me to give you a toast."
