Tan Jia sighed and set down the red wine in his hand; it had been a long time since he had tasted wine so disagreeable.
Jin Zhan was still somewhat puzzled, "What's the matter? Don't you always love drinking red wine? This red wine is not bad." Although it wasn't particularly good either.
Tan Jia explained, "This red wine is indeed passable, but after tasting Xiyuan's red wine, I truly can't stomach any other wines, drinking this is even worse than drinking plain water."
Jin Zhan couldn't help but doubt whether the wine in his hand was the same one Tan Jia had just been drinking. After calling over a waiter and asking, Jin Zhan frowned and said, "It's the same wine, huh? This wine costs over 300,000 a bottle, and although it's not exceptionally good, you are being too picky, it's not your own home after all."