Walking downstairs, you could see the Yang family was busy. You could smell the fragrance from a distance. Suddenly, Yin Xiaofan pulled himself out of his thoughts.
"Xiaofan, come here," Master Yang said as he pulled out a bottle of liquor, "Come and try this." Seeing Yin Xiaofan, Mr. Wang hurriedly called out.
Yin Xiaofan walked over and saw seven or eight dishes on the table, the aroma wafting over.
As a kind of authentic cuisine, when Yin Xiaofan saw the delicious dish in front of him, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the past.
"Xiaofan, don't just stare at the plate. Look at this liquor. This Moutai has been sold for ten years. The old Yang tree is a treasure of the peace era. This time, it has been brought out so we can have a good taste," Mr. Wang said excitedly, holding a bottle of Moutai.
