The newly opened pigeon shop is exceptionally busy, with almost no parking spots available when we drive into the courtyard. Fortunately, Old Zhao had reserved a table in advance. After asking about the location at the front desk, he led a few people upstairs once the dishes were ordered.
When parking, Meng Fan lagged a few steps behind. After getting out of the car, he extracted a bottle of liquor from the trunk, packaged in a gray corrugated cardboard box with no printed lettering.
Upon entering, he naturally sat at the secondary host position by the door, in charge of pouring tea and water.
"What's this? Why'd you bring liquor?" Old Zhao glanced at this kind of internal supply liquor, feigning ignorance as he asked.
"It's liquor someone gifted to my boss, who gave me a box, so I brought a bottle just to taste! I rarely drink and don't quite understand this stuff!" Meng Fan said humbly.
