"Aren’t all the bottles on that wine rack a gift?” Xiaotao quipped. “Your friend probably tore off the label and told you it’s not available on the market just to please you. Do you really believe that?"

"Your Uncle Mu gave me this wine bottle. Would he lie to me?" argued Mr. Huang.

I stood up and offered to pour the wine before the old man could get started. Mr. Huang returned to his seat, raised his glass and motioned for us to try the wine. Upon taking a sip, I found the wine soft and mellow, the delicate flavors lightly caressing the taste buds.

Even so, I only drank half a glass.

As he spoke, Mr. Huang served himself some salad. However, after several bites, his expression turned ugly. "Dad, what's wrong?" Xiaotao stood up in consternation.

Mr. Huang spat his food and angrily fiddled around with it using...