"What's everyone doing? Why's everyone acting so uptight? We weren't like this when we were munching on roast lamb!" Han Mocheng put down the bottle in his hand, grinned, and glanced at the people seated around.
"It's only a regular gathering, yet we're drinking such good liquor, the standard is a bit high! Everyone's a bit bewildered! Don't laugh at me; I've grown up this much and still haven't had Maotai more than a few times!" Zhang Yang chimed in at the right moment.
"Come on! Everyone, don't be nervous! How much this stuff is worth has nothing to do with us! The liquor was gifted to my old man, and I didn't pay for it! Let's have a taste, let's have a taste!" Han Mocheng continued explaining.
"If you ask me, tasting from the opened bottle is enough! We shouldn't open the other bottle! None of us rough folks truly understand liquor; drinking such good stuff is pure waste!" Zhou Chu said with a pout, joining in the conversation.
