Beijing.
Haidian District.
Inside a certain rental house.
On the table.
"Brother Ma, I toast to you! Bottoms up to show my respect!" After saying this, a young man drained the wine in his glass in one gulp, causing everyone around to wince. Drinking like that—what, you think it's beer?
The middle-aged man called Brother Ma also felt his heart ache watching this.
He pressed his hand downward slightly.
"Hey, take it easy! Sip it slowly! This isn't just any spirit; you savor it slowly to enjoy the real taste. Who knows when we'll get to drink this again next time?" With it being Chinese New Year, his elder brother had begrudgingly taken out a few bottles of his treasured fruit wine.
Each person was only allotted two small glasses at most.
"Tsk tsk, the flavor is amazing."
The young man wiped his mouth and praised.