Xu Chunliang watched with great interest, but there wasn't anything special; it was just a depth charge. Pour a glass of beer, then drop a small shot of soju into it.
Accompanied by Bai Lan, they downed a glass. The fried chicken arrived. A bite of the chicken wing didn't offer supreme flavor, but it wasn't unpleasant either—a decent complement to the drink.
Bai Lan said, "In China, most people drink for a long time in a restaurant, and once they're done, that's it. In our country, drinking doesn't end with just one round; there's a second round, a third round, ... until you're satisfied and exhausted before heading home."
Xu Chunliang thought to himself, we also have a second and third round. He laughed and said, "Have you ever considered that your alcohol content is too low, so you have to accumulate it over time?"
Bai Lan said, "I knew it, in your mind, everything from your great country is the best. Our culture isn't the mainstream; everything originates from you guys."
