Three pots of liquor were finished in three hours. All of them looked at Zheng Xian in silence.
"Beauty, are you a teacher of ancient Chinese prose?" Dong Dong asked, being reluctant to accept the truth.
"Do you recite poems whenever you have nothing to do?" Guang Wei said with a quite frustrated tone.
"You finished all the good liquor. Do you take a collection of poems along wherever you go?" Wei Hua likewise felt rather helpless.
"I'm sorry. As I had never heard of the bamboo liquor before, I did some preparations before I came in the afternoon. So.... But anyway, thank you for your good liquor," with a gentle smile on her face, Zheng Xian thanked them sincerely.
"Boss Yuan, is she your younger sister? Such a scammer," Chen Wei blurted that out.
"But I have no younger sister?" Yuan Zhou's serious answer directly made Chen Wei choke.
....
Delicious dishes relied on the reputation gained from the foodies while good liquor naturally depended on the publicity of drunkards.
