"Qiuming, what do you think of Chenfeng?" Zhou Biman couldn't help asking.
Li Qiuming smiled faintly, indifferently saying, "Let him be!"
In Jiangnan, he had already seen Ye Chenfeng's prowess; the guy was absolutely the type who would devour without spitting out even a bone.
"Old Li, this wine is no fun to drink at all!" Ye Chenfeng carelessly tossed the bottle, which could have been a collector's item, into the trash bin.
It made everyone's heart bleed. Damn, that was way too wasteful!
Li Qiuming's eyes flashed with sharpness, but it disappeared in an instant. He squeezed out a smile on his handsome face, "Little Ye, what you don't know is that Lafite wine must be decanted for at least two hours! Drinking it straight after opening, like you did, naturally you can't appreciate the true taste of Lafite!"
Ye Chenfeng was utterly confused: "Decanted? Do you mean to let a person get drunk first, then sober up for two hours before drinking Lafite?"
"Haha..."
