"Xiao Qiao, try our homemade grain wine."
Halfway through the meal, Village Chief Liu took out a large plastic bottle filled with a white liquid. If you didn't know better, you might mistake it for some kind of unregulated chemical.
Even without the cap being removed, the faint aroma of the wine escaped through the tiny gap in the cap. As soon as it was placed on the table, the fragrance filled the air, tempting everyone to taste it.
"Chief, Xiao Qiao is from the city and usually drinks red wine. I bet he's not used to our kind of white wine, better let it go."
Grandma Li knew very well Village Chief Liu's drinking habits—he never stops until he's drunk, no matter how old he gets. She's worried that one day he might not wake up from it.
"Hmph, what's so great about that foreign stuff like red wine? The wine brewed by the Chief is something not everyone gets to try. If he doesn't drink it, it's his loss."
