"Beef from Bazhaixiang actually tastes pretty good. There were even people who deliberately came over to Bazhaixiang to purchase beef." As a Bazhaixiang local, Xiang Xueming attended to everyone with enthusiasm.
His colleague, though, looked a little diffident. Even though he was older than Xiang Xueming, his hands trembled whenever he held a wine glass. It seemed that he was not well-developed when it came to social skills.
Ling Ran was not a drinker, so he merely smiled. The middle-aged doctor from Bazhaixiang immediately understood what he meant. He flashed a smile at Ling Ran.
"Doctor Ling, here's a slice of beef brisket." Tian Qi enthusiastically grabbed a slice of beef brisket for Ling Ran with a pair of chopsticks like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
