Gu Lao looked at him, calmly picked up his chopsticks, and took a few bites of food, "I guess you also can't simply let me die in such a dignified manner. This probably has a 'last supper' kind of meaning. Fine then, I won't refuse free food, it's just a pity that I won't be able to eat the dishes made by my daughter-in-law again. Shen Family boy, if you really care, do me a favor and buy me two bottles of Pear Blossom Brand chili sauce from outside. I've acquired a taste for it, and if I can have a bite of it, I would be content to die without any regrets."
As Gu Lao spoke, he took a sip of the wine Shen Mingsong had poured for him.
Once it entered his mouth, the taste of the wine was different—it resembled the wine Xiaofeng had brewed for him before, but the taste this time was even better.
After a drink, it indeed proved to be fine wine.
