Only then did he notice the black plastic bag that Ouyang Gang was carrying.
"Hey, Ouyang, what are you holding in your hand? It's not a bar too, is it?"
After saying that, he reached out to take it.
But the thin old man was faster than him and had already snatched it away.
"Hehe, you old Chen are just a nouveau riche. When it comes to taste, you can't compare to Ouyang at all."
"Huh, it really is wine, medicinal wine? Haha... I'm in for a treat today!"
The thin old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.
Ouyang Gang is the president of the Chinese Medicine Association. How could the medicinal wine he brings home be of poor quality?
For him, foreign liquor and red wine are nonsense; only baijiu (Chinese liquor) is the way to go.
But if I had to pick my favorite drink, it would have to be medicinal wine, because it's nourishing and health-promoting!
Only medicinal wine truly understands the helplessness and sorrow of the elderly.
But Ouyang Gang looked a little embarrassed.
He didn't think that the medicinal wine Chu Mo brewed could be that good, and he accepted it purely out of politeness.
Most importantly, the effects described by Chu Mo were too exaggerated, which made him have little confidence in the wine.
But for a moment, I didn't know what to say.
Old Chen was very dissatisfied with what Wang Dashan said.
The liquor I brought myself was Maotai original liquor that had been aged for decades. How could it be inferior to this homemade medicinal liquor?
Just thinking about it made Old Chen very happy, so he deliberately provoked him:
"Old Wang, how about this, Ouyang and I will drink the wine I brought, and you can drink the medicinal wine, how about that?"
"Okay, I trust Ouyang."
Grandpa Wang looked at him with a puzzled expression, but still readily agreed.
Ouyang Gang gave an awkward laugh, looking rather unsure of himself.
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