Obama quickly imitated Jun Zhiyuan's example and picked up the wine. Jun Zhiyuan had an evil smile on his lips and looked at Obama with a half-smile.

This kind of Jun Jiyuan makes Obama feel flustered. The more he looks at him, the more flustered he becomes, but he can't tell what is wrong.

So Jun Zhiyuan watched Obama do it first as a sign of respect. Jun Zhiyuan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and smiled faintly: "Mr. Obama, I do it first as a sign of respect. There is an old saying in China: a mouthful of stuffy food will lead to feelings."

Deep, lick it, shallow emotion, I hope Mr. Obama will not disappoint me."

Obama looked at Jun Zhiyuan in embarrassment. In his country, everyone drinks red wine. No one likes to drink white wine. When doing diplomacy, he drinks a little symbolically.

But today, even though it was a very small cup, probably worth a glass of wine, it was already a embarrassment for Obama, but he had no choice but to drink.

Obama mustered up the courage and imitated Jun Zhiyuan and drank it in one sip. But after taking this sip, he realized what it meant to speak of suffering.

When Jun Zhiyuan saw Obama drink it, he chuckled evilly, but that smile made no one feel the slightest contempt. Jun Zhiyuan was no longer a human being, he had become a god, and he could treat people in a serious manner.

He said: "I didn't expect Mr. Obama to be so generous. It's true that a thousand glasses of wine are too little when you meet a close friend." So he filled the glasses of wine for Obama and himself.

"Mr. Obama, how do you feel about this? This is a wine that I have treasured for many years and I can't bear to drink it even once. I specially entertained Mr. Obama today."

Obama was horrified: "Mr. Shura is so polite."

"Anyway, Mr. Obama and I just hit it off",

"Mr. Obama, what do you think of the taste of this wine? How does it compare with the red wine from your country?"

"Mr. Shura, this wine is simply the best in the world. It is mellow and sweet, and it is simply unforgettable."

Jun Zhiyuan looked at Obama with a half-smile but not a smile: "Oh, it turns out President Obama thinks so too. I thought no one had the same hobbies as me, and no one else could get used to drinking this wine."

"I put a lot of Coptis chinensis in it. Others said it was bitter. It seems that I met a soulmate today."

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Chapter completed!