The waitress's face flushed red. Having worked here for so many years, this was the first time she had ever heard a customer say that 82 Lafite had expired.
Jiang Wushuang couldn't help it and burst out laughing.
Han Chong's mouth twitched, and he patted Chen Yu on the shoulder. "Chen Yu, trust your brother, this wine hasn't expired. Besides, the older the vintage, the better."
Chapter 18