"You can tell?" Ou Shihua raised an eyebrow. What, does this man know wine?
Of course Xiaobai knows how to judge wine. Years ago, when Xiaobai first went to visit his wife's family, he personally picked out the wine he brought for his father-in-law.
The restaurant staff and Ou Shihua's secretary finally realized something. This man's fluent mention of several high-end wines wasn't just idle boasting.
Xiaobai swiftly grabbed the wine bottle from the waiter's hand, examined it under the ceiling light in the private room, and said, "Oh my, how fake this is. Didn't even bother to change the bottle? I thought I'd have to smell it to know if it was real or not."
Ou Shihua nearly spit out the tea in his mouth, gritting his teeth, "You're saying it's fake? Impossible. This is a reputable restaurant."
