After trying all three wines, Wang Ming Cheng's eyes remained closed for a long time as she slowly considered the good and the bad, as well as her exact thoughts, and after a while she opened her eyes and looked at Wang Ming Liang again. This time her eyes were fairly free of anger, as she was fully in work mode.
Glancing at the three jars of wine, Wang Ming Cheng examined the good and the bad and discussed with Wang Ming Liang. "The thirty year old bottle can't be considered bad, but the mistakes we made as youths when producing the bottle are quite pronounced. Had we drank it after it after a year or two it could still be considered a decent enough bottle of wine, but after aging for thirty years, although the taste has become smoother and the details softer, the lack of a foundation is more obvious and clear that the time was wasted."
