After drinking a few cups of the liquor, Mr. Qin's expression appeared better. He looked mild, natural, and agreeable.
"One more cup of the liquor." Mr. Qin narrowed his eyes and said that while raising the cup.
"Okay." Yin Ya nodded. Then, she picked up the porcelain-white liquor pot and started to pour the liquor.
Every time Yin Ya poured the liquor, she only filled the cup up to 60% full very carefully. After all, the liquor was too little. More importantly, this was Yuan Zhou's restaurant, the most disciplined place in Chengdu City.
"It's really good liquor. I have never expected that there would be such good liquor in this shabby restaurant. It's simply unbelievable, simply unbelievable, unbelievable." The repeated words of Mr. Qin were sufficient to prove his astonishment. He shook the liquor cup lightly, making the liquor sway slightly inside and look even more splendid.
