But it's worth it.
Seeing everyone's eyes glued to the wine bottle at this moment, Lun Chuan knew that his yet-to-start white wine tasting meeting was destined for success.
At this moment, Yuan Jiawen stood up silently once more: "This wine smells really nice, Song Tan, I have to apologize to you, this wine of yours is indeed..."
"Just sit down!"
The counselor couldn't bear it any longer.
"Stop repeating all those clichés, don't you see Zheng Qu is pouring the wine?"
Two liang of wine, which is just enough for one serving per person. Such good wine, if you don't watch him pour it, what if someone else gets an extra sip?
And yet, Yuan Jiawen is standing up, grumbling and blocking the view, obstructing several people—it's maddening!
Once again pressed back into his seat and ignored, Yuan Jiawen felt genuinely wronged this time.
A big round table, standing at his spot, how could he possibly block anyone's view?
Clearly, everyone looks down on him!
