Hearing the word "fake," Su Ziceng couldn't help but shiver. She was very sensitive to the word fake: before she was reborn, people cheated her with fake jewelry, knockoffs, and all sorts of counterfeit noses and breasts, all with that word "fake," but this was the first time with fake wine.
It was clearly marked with a price, bought from a big Wine Shop; how could it be fake? She poured a glass of the famous state banquet wine; it tasted spicy with a hint of sweetness, isn't that how wine is supposed to taste? Su Ziceng defiantly retorted, "I dare not say about the others, but there can't be something wrong with the national wine, right?" Pello is not of pure Z-country origin; he might understand those few bottles of Bordeaux red wine, but how much could he know about strong white spirits?
