When Feng Nanshu saw that Jiang Qin wasn’t playing with her, she silently stole his wine and drank. The result was still spicy and her mouth turned red.
“So, this meal is to celebrate the official establishment of your company?”
“Yes, Professor, my project has developed to this point, and it is necessary to establish a company.”
Professor Yan held the wine glass and said with emotion: “Good thing, this is indeed a good thing worth celebrating. Come on, let’s have a drink.”
“Professor, I respect you.” Jiang Qin picked up his cup and drank it in one gulp, then looked slightly stunned.
The two bottles of wine he bought had already been tested because they didn’t taste good, but this time, he tasted the sweetness and fragrance again, just like the ones he drank at Juxian Tower.
“?”
Jiang Qin turned to look at Feng Nanshu, his eyes narrowed slightly.
My wine glass is placed on the right hand side, and no one can touch it except the little rich woman. Could the sudden change of taste have anything to do with her?
But at this time, the little rich woman was looking at the hot pot intently, sitting upright with a cute expression, then took out a piece of potato and ate it in her mouth, with an innocent and cute look on her face.
Jiang Qin turned to look at Professor Yan again and found that after taking a sip of wine, the old man’s eyebrows stood up.
Eight hundred for this piece of shit?
“Professor, how does this wine taste?”
“Well, not bad…”
Professor Yan coughed and thought to himself, I can’t say it tastes bad. I’ve seen the 800 yuan invoice, so I have to give this face.
Jiang Qin looked at his expression sideways and thought to himself that this wine must be hard to drink, but why did his own drink taste so good?
He changed to a new cup, poured a little to taste, and found that the taste of the wine suddenly became ordinary.
It’s really fucking amazing. The more you put it in, the better it tastes. Is there such a thing as sobering up liquor?
Until Jiang Qin was so happy that he suddenly turned around while chatting with Professor Yan, all the mysteries were solved.
Feng Nanshu was holding his glass of wine, hissing from the spicy food, and a small piece of his tongue was hanging out. He was really good and fun-loving.
“Little rich woman, what are you doing?”
“I-I’ll try it.”
Feng Nanshu put the cup back on the table and looked at him guiltily but confidently: “It doesn’t taste good. I won’t drink it next time.”
Jiang Qin suddenly understood that it was not the wine that was sweet and fragrant, but Feng Nanshu’s saliva…