"This isn't just any home-brewed alcohol," Su Ziceng noticed something different, as the taste of the liquor in her mouth grew richer and richer, even though it was only a semi-finished product, it already had such a flavor.
"You've got quite the eye," Zhou Dagen had just returned from outside and, seeing the two standing among his precious jars of liquor, hurriedly squeezed in.
"Uncle Zhou, I came today especially to apologize," Su Ziceng said coyly as she took out the four bottles of liquor. She had thought that Zhou Dagen would be a bit surprised, but he only spat after a glance, "You say you're not here to make fun of me, trying to fool me with some foreign trinkets from the Russians, expensive and not strong enough, I don't drink that stuff."
Clearly, these few bottles didn't catch Zhou Dagen's eye, but luckily Su Ziceng had other preparations; she immediately picked out a bottle of Grey Goose vodka and regained some of Zhou Dagen's attention.
