Su Wen felt like crying and laughing at the same time, thankful that Yuan Li had made that remark without Professor Wang hearing it, or else he would have certainly been angry enough to stand up and leave.
Wanlong Hotel really served their dishes quickly.
No sooner had everyone settled down and ordered than all the dishes had already been brought to the table.
Su Wen always felt that there was something off about today's meal.
But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
Just then, after opening a bottle of Moutai, Yuan Li said, "This bottle of liquor has been aged for at least thirty years. I wonder if Professor Wang has any profound insights about wine?"
"Insights? Hardly," he replied. "I only have a modest understanding."
"Moreover, an ordinary bottle of Moutai is already out of reach for us common folk, let alone one that has aged thirty years."
While Wang Xuejun spoke, he was already eager to have a taste.
