"This is our villa's Qinglin Medicine Wine, sir." The waiter finally placed the bottle of medicinal wine, which was an imitation of an ancient bronze bottle, on the table. Then he said, "Sir, we won't disturb your meal. If you have any other needs, you can inform the server in the bridal chamber."
With that, the waiter and the two kitchen chefs left.
"This medicinal wine bottle is so generous." Wang Xiang took the Qinglin Medicine Wine in surprise.
"Well, I think it's an antique. It looks high-end," the girl agreed, nodding.
"Do you want some?" Wang Yang asked with a smile.
"Of course." The girl smiled.
To her, drinking was a small matter. If she played games in the nightclub, many men wouldn't be able to drink more than her.
Wang Yang smiled as he opened the wine and poured a glass for himself and the girl. He picked up the glass, clinked it, and put it in his mouth to drink.