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595. Why do I still have to kneel?_1

Live room audience: ...

[What's this? Aren't they supposed to be opening a liquor cellar? Why does it look like they're soaking grains?]

[Exactly, shouldn't they be pouring wine from a jar?]

[It's always shown on TV like this, smack open the clay seal, and the wine comes out... This isn't wine, is it?]

[Ahhhhhh!!! You guys don't understand at all!!!]

[Grain liquor! The liquor from the host's family!!!]

[Ahhh, the sorghum liquor brewed by the host's family... Just thinking about it, you know it has to be good! Sob sob sob, hugging my collectible Maotai while drooling!]

[Please, host!!! Host! I'm begging! Let me have a sip, sobsob...]

While the earlier comments were fine, albeit a bit over the top, they still fit the style of the live room. But the ones that came later were clearly a little dated—

[Is this grain liquor for sale? Boss, name your price?]

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