Lin Fang didn't rush to sit down. While He Naibin hadn't arrived yet, he looked at the wine racks around him.

Unfortunately, except for knowing that the wine rack is full of real wine, he took a bottle and shook it, he could see the wine flowing in the bottle, and he could no longer see anything else. He didn't even recognize the words on the bottle.

Lin Fang once suspected that he had returned all the English he had learned for ten years to the teacher. He took out his phone and searched it before he realized that it was a silly label.

Yidaili also produces red wine? Isn’t this broken place only soccer and leather shoes?

It looks like a boot on the map, rich in football players and leather shoes, and it is still alive.

After silently putting the red wine back, Lin Fang felt that it would be better to sit down honestly.

Being ignorant and easy to be embarrassed.

After Lin Fang sat down for a while, He Naibin arrived.

Seeing Lin Fanggan sitting and there was nothing in front of him, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Brother Fang, why didn't he order red wine?"

"First, I don't understand red wine, I'm afraid of being embarrassed. Second, I'm allergic to alcohol and can't drink it."

"Look at my memory..."

He Naibin slapped his forehead and said a little embarrassedly: "Brother Fang, I just want to find a quiet and suitable place, but I forgot about this. My fault, my fault. Then let's go and change somewhere."

"What to change? This place is pretty good."

Lin Fang smiled and refused, "I can't drink, can't I chat? Let's sit down."

"All right……"

He Naibin scratched his head and said dryly, "Don't be surprised by brother, please wait for me first, I'll order a bottle of wine."

When Lin Fang nodded, He Naibin called the bartender, looked at the menu, flipped through a few times, and ordered a bottle of red wine.

After a while, the bartender brought a bottle of red wine, opened the wine in front of He Naibin, poured it a little, and asked him to try it.

He Naibin shook his wine glass, smelled it, tasted it again, and nodded after a while, saying, "Just this bottle."

"Okay, you really have a vision."

The bartender glanced at He Naibin in admiration, put down the red wine and left.

When the bartender walked away, Lin Fang asked, "Nibin, do you still know red wine?"

"I know what a fool, pretend!"

"You are not..."

"I really don't understand!"

He Naibin smiled dryly and said, "Brother Fang, brother, can I still lie to you? Among the ten wine drinkers, nine and a half don't understand the labels, and even the menus are not understood. They all depend on the price. If you choose expensive ones, you will definitely not be wrong."

Lin Fang: "..."

If I remember correctly, we ordinary people call you "fat sheep" like this!

"I think you were quite professional when you tried the wine just now."

"Ah... I just taste it, is the wine broken?"

Did God tm's wine break?

Can someone sell broken wine?

Lin Fang looked at He Naibin speechlessly and said, "Can red wine still break?"

"able!"

He Naibin said seriously: "Apart from white wine, all other wines can be broken! I don't know why there is a wine trial. Isn't it good for them to try it on their own before giving it to us? It always feels strange, it's like eating steak, and the chef insists on letting me see the beef..."

OK, Brother Bin, you are such a talent!

Lin Fang decided not to discuss the topic of red wine with He Naibin. Anyway, he was allergic to alcohol, liar, wealth, and the four harms of life. He was naturally immune to one of the harms and would not get addicted to it. If he couldn't understand the fun, it would be better to talk about something else.

For example, let’s talk about Luo Zhanglang.

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Chapter completed!