The speaker had a pair of blue eyes, fair skin, slightly sunken eye sockets, a hooked nose, and a strong, tall build. He was a typical East Slavic person, and as he spoke, there was a hint of juniper spirits on his breath.
"Otarovsky, I thought you were like the Demon Child, only interested in China's fine liquor."
Ma Ran looked at him with a peculiar expression: "I was planning to invite you to try all of China's spirits these days, but seeing you like this, it seems you're not interested in such things?"
Upon hearing this, Otarovsky's faint smile suddenly froze.
"No! I applied to come to China for the First Extraordinary One Exchange Conference mainly to taste your strong spirits firsthand!"
"Some drunkards praise your spirits as celestial, unmatched on earth, while others dismiss them as very unpleasant to drink."
"I treat alcohol very seriously and will never make a judgment unless I have tasted it myself."
At this point, Otarovsky suddenly realized something was off.
