Ning Tongda chatted with Song Xiaodong for a bit before standing up and leaving, but it was clear that he already considered Song Xiaodong a friend.
Miao Qingqing looked at the six glasses of wine on the table, smelling and sniffing each of them before taking a small sip from every glass. In the end, she could only shake her head helplessly and said, "I feel like there's hardly any difference between these six wines. How did you distinguish them?"
Song Xiaodong didn't answer her but just smiled at her with squinted eyes.
"Hey, I'm talking to you." Miao Qingqing lightly kicked Song Xiaodong under the table.
Song Xiaodong pointed at the wine glasses and said, "I've drunk from these glasses."
Miao Qingqing said, "Of course, I know you've drunk from them, but I really can't taste any difference between the wines."
Song Xiaodong rubbed his nose and said slowly, "What I mean is, I've drunk from them, and you actually drank from them too?"
