"Actually, I've got two more bottles of tiger bone wine at home," Yikali threw out her trump card, "and one is from fifty-five years ago, the other eighty years old.
Even more potent and precious.
If you keep drinking with me, I'll give you another bottle of fifty-five-year-old tiger bone wine."
Jiang Xu agreed without hesitation, "Okay, it's a deal, let's keep drinking!"
He just couldn't say no to what she offered.
For the sake of a prolonged, happy life with his close female friends, Jiang Xu felt a little 'sacrifice' on his part was acceptable.
Jiang Xu asked, "What do you feel like drinking?"
"Let's go with Moutai," pondered Yikali, "it doesn't give you a headache."
"Okay," Jiang Xu stood up, "Wait here, I'll get it."
Jiang Xu fetched two bottles of Moutai, a dish of peanuts, and mixed cucumber and chili together.
These two appetizers would be enough.
This Moutai, all aged over thirty years, was rich in flavor and went down smoothly.
