Du Shijie knew that Qin Shaofeng was fond of the stuff in his cup, so he had long since ordered the City Lord's Mansion's fine wines, sealed away for many years, all brought out.
These ten jars of wine were the City Lord's Mansion's treasured collection from many years.
They would only be taken out for exceedingly solemn occasions, so their quality was naturally quite good.
Qin Shaofeng took several great gulps.
"Seems pretty mediocre."
He muttered, then added, "But a small place like yours probably doesn't have anything better, so I'll make do with it!"
As he spoke, he took out his wine gourd.
After opening its cap, he actually began pouring the wine from the jars into the gourd.
After hearing his muttering, City Lord Du and the others had still felt somewhat doubtful.
But when they saw what he was doing, they nearly could not hold back their laughter.
These wine jars were no ordinary things.
Each one contained fifty jin of wine.
Even after being stored for decades and losing quite a bit to evaporation, there was no way his wine gourd could hold much of it.
Yet just as they were silently ridiculing him, they saw Qin Shaofeng pour the wine from a jar with a mouth as wide as a bowl into the gourd without spilling a single drop.
In the blink of an eye, a whole jar of fine wine had been emptied.
One jar of wine was finished.
Qin Shaofeng casually tossed the empty jar aside, grabbed another, and repeated the same action.
That wine gourd, which looked capable of holding no more than three to five jin at most—
Before everyone's dumbstruck eyes, Qin Shaofeng actually stuffed all ten jars of fine wine they had painstakingly prepared into it.
Qin Shaofeng