Three hundred ninety-six unparalleled shock_1
Zhou Tong felt as if he had lived the past several decades in vain, especially considering those so-called good wines he had drunk before.
Compared with Gu Chen's bowl of Xunxian Brew, the difference between the two was like that between clouds and mud.
Especially after drinking this bowl of wine, he did not feel the slightest dizziness from alcohol.
Instead, his thoughts became even more active and clear, and the many problems that had troubled him before.
It seemed that they had become much clearer in this moment.
The physical fatigue from consecutive days of overtime and the mental exhaustion from project delays.
Disappeared almost in an instant as if vanishing in smoke.
Zhou Tong found it hard to believe, he didn't understand why this bowl of wine could possess such magic.
Then his gaze suddenly fell again on the steaming large buns in front of him.
The light fragrance that emanated from them filled his nostrils.