He took a sip of beer from the bottle.
Glug glug glug...
"Tsk tsk tsk, back in the day, my junior and I would drink this brand of beer!"
Bai Mo and Big Pocket, one person, one fox, exchanged glances, both enlightened.
No wonder Old Chen thinks this roast duck, though substandard, tastes good. Turns out nostalgia is adding a filter!
Old Chen took a sip of beer, leaned closer, lowered his voice, and started talking business.
"Bai Mo... I wanted to ask about the benefits you get as an expert at the Immortal Technique Committee. Are there regular reviews or anything, how's the freedom..."
Bai Mo was enlightened!
Old Chen invited him for dinner to help his junior inquire about future benefits?
...
Night had fallen, but the villa was brightly lit.
Seven middle-aged men were gathered around a dining table, eating roast duck and drinking beer.
This roast duck wasn't cheap and was top-quality, golden, crisp, served with cucumber strips, sweet sauce, duck rack, and old duck soup.
