"Instructor, you a drinking man?"
Upon hearing the question, the assistant instructor nodded subconsciously. At that moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his nose twitched involuntarily.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the "little fox"—who had immediately secured the prime spot next to the instructor—pulled a bottle of premium whiskey from his bag. With impeccable movements, he poured the amber liquid into the glass in front of the assistant instructor and said in a seemingly casual tone, "Instructor, this is my old man’s private reserve. Single malt, aged fifteen years. Please, give it a taste and tell me what you think."
Fifteen-year-old, high-proof premium reserve!
Even if they didn't know a thing about spirits or their value, the twenty-odd children sitting in this roadside restau
