Helplessly, Yan pinched her nose and managed to gulp down the two liang of white liquor.
That fiery sensation—she immediately sensed something was wrong when she drank it. She hurriedly asked, "This... this liquor isn't right!"
"What's wrong with it?" Cai Jianguo paused.
Yan couldn't quite explain it, but when she looked at the bottle, she finally realized. Cai Jianguo was truly despicable! The previous bottle of Maotai was thirty-eight degrees, yet this one was fifty degrees. Maotai isn't ordinary white liquor; it's very mellow, so it feels slightly off as it goes down. Moreover, since Yan had already drunk half a jin of liquor, her tongue was numb and she couldn't tell anything was off.
"This... this is fifty degrees!" Yan was suddenly astonished.
