"If I'm not mistaken, your family has been making wine for generations, right?"
"Uncle, you already know that, so why ask me? Don't you think it's redundant?" Shui Qinqin glared at Qin Lang with her clear, watery eyes.
"Actually, what I want to ask is, how much can you drink? How much do you usually handle?" Qin Lang ignored Shui Qinqin's displeasure and continued to ask.
"I'd be afraid to scare you if I told you, but in my circle, I'm known for being able to drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk. With wine like this, give me twenty bottles, and I wouldn't get drunk. Besides, I can clearly state its year and ingredients." When Shui Qinqin talked about alcohol, her eyes lit up, showing obvious pride.
"Then let me ask you again, are you sure you're here to get drunk?" Someone who can't get drunk coming to buy alcohol – this girl, I can't tell if she's silly or just simple-minded.
