Song Qiming smacked his lips after drinking the white wine in the small glass. Then, he closed his eyes slightly and revealed an intoxicated expression.
Guangzhi Cao and the others were also impressed. Even Fang Liyun and Song Wei, who didn't usually drink white wine, were also mesmerized by the rich taste of the wine after taking a sip.
After a long while, song Qiming sighed and said,""Good wine ... Ruofei, to think that I've been keeping that thirty - year - old Maotai like a treasure! I didn't expect the wine produced by your own winery to have reached such a level. I think it's no less than that bottle of Maotai! I think your Drunken Eight Immortals wine is amazing!"
Xia ruofei chuckled and said,"uncle song, there are only a few jars of this wine. I've kept them all. It's different from the Drunken Eight Immortals that are sold in the market. There's no comparison." Whether it's scale or Foundation, our winery is still far from those big - Name wineries. "