The hot smell of wine spread along her throat, making Lin Damei frown and a tuft of redness appeared on her face.

"Great wine!! Great!"

"Good wine? Well... I can't even claim it." Bu Fang shook his glass, took a sip of the wine, glanced at Lin Damei, who looked like a drunkard.

Um?

Lin Damei's actions of pouring wine suddenly stopped.

Then, his eyes fell sharply on Bu Fang.

"Don't think you are a man, you can speak loudly. This wine... was brewed by the chef of Chunfeng Pavilion himself. How can it not be considered a good wine?!"

Lin Damei's tone was a little cold.

Bu Fang's eyes looked at Lin Damei with a strange look.

"Chef Chunfeng Pavilion brewed it himself? Are you sure?"

Bu Fang asked.

"It's true! I, Lin Damei, grew up drinking the chef's wine!" Lin Damei said, patting the turbulent chest.

"Okay, poor woman... Then you have really been deceived to adulthood since childhood. If this wine is really a chef's brew... If this is the chef's level... this so-called Wang Yan should be nothing more than that."

Bu Fang said expressionlessly.

The next moment, he poured the wine into his mouth in one sip.

His hands shook.

A green jade porcelain jar containing Huangquan Naihe wine appeared in my hand.
Chapter completed!