The Blade Warrior couldn't be bothered with such trivial matters, of course; when in doubt, just buy it in a big way. The fatty deeply regretted this matter and, in his own words, "Brother really can't get into this taste."
What annoyed the fatty even more was Kexiao's response when he inquired about his taste in wine. Kexiao didn't display the pride that was expected of him. Instead, he chuckled and replied that drinking wasn't important, what mattered was who you were drinking with. You can drink, but without a story, you can't swallow a drop.
But since it was bought and drunk, the fatty, feeling utterly helpless, had to take out his storage capsule and secretly stash away two bottles. These wines weren't for him to drink, but for sale.
To the rich, money is just a number. The smarty-pants here were abuzz with their little calculations, so on this space shuttle trip, not only did everyone prepare wine, but there was no shortage of fine wines either.
