Qi Lin guessed right; they were using a barrel for Professor Song's portion, and everyone else got two bottles each. As they were filling the bottles, Tai Xiaodong leaned in:
"You seem quite knowledgeable about this, huh?"
His eyebrows twitched, making him appear extremely lively. Qi Lin had always envied this extroversion and this time was no exception:
"Where I come from, there's a lot of wind and sand, plenty of sun exposure, and it gets particularly cold. The locals all drink their own distilled spirits, which are nearly 60 percent alcohol."
One sip and it felt like a knife had sliced from your mouth to your throat, followed by an instant flush of warmth spreading through your body, enabling you to step outside even in the exceptionally dry and cold conditions…
"What about you?" Tai Xiaodong asked curiously.
Qi Lin smiled calmly: "I could handle two liang of liquor when I was ten."
