"I just drank a bottle of wine." I said to Bi Fang who just sat down.
"It can be seen that the last time Senior looked like this was more than a hundred years ago, right?" He shook the beautiful orange juice-colored liquid in the glass, "What's more, you invited me to come to the bar to relax, wouldn't it be weird if you didn't drink?"
"Yeah." I smiled, said nothing, and waved for another glass of wine.
"But the quantifier 'a pot' is used. Are there really wines sold in pots here? It's the 21st century now!"
I hardly have any ability to drink. After these two glasses of wine, I was already a little confused.
Concept: Pigeons don't understand human things.