Just when Yin ya sighed in her heart and then looked at those red wines and prepared to choose them according to her taste, Yuan Zhou spoke again.
As the expression on Yin ya's face was too obvious, Yuan Zhou naturally understood it at a glance. He understood the disappointment on her face after he refused to recommend her.
When Yuan Zhou said that, Yin ya was staring at a bottle of dry red wine.
"Were you used to drinking dry red wine?" Yuan Zhou asked quite seriously.
Yin ya also answered habitually, "It's alright, I drink a little sometimes. "
"Are you used to the bitter taste of dry red wine?" Yuan Zhou continued to ask.
"I don't really like it, but it's okay." Yin ya knitted her brows and said.
"The red wine here is divided into dry, half-sweet, and sweet types. Basically, it includes the taste of all the wine, and all of it mainly depends on your taste. Dry red wine is considered dry." Yuan Zhou said.
