Chapter 32

The wines were quickly unboxed for everyone’s viewing pleasure.

“Teh, and here I thought they were decent quality. Looks like these are just craft brews, worth no more than two thousand dollars, I bet.” James had a look of disdain on his

face. “How could these compare to Grand Crus?”

“Craft brews have long lost their value on the market. We don’t even give our servants. these!” someone exclaimed,

Craft brews weren’t actually that terrible in terms of quality, but they were nothing compared to Grand Crus.

“What a cheapskate!” Florence scoffed,

“How are craft brews cheap when they’ve been on the rise in the country? Is your taste. in fine wine only limited to those brewed overseas?” Dustin casually responded.

“How is it not cheap when they cost only a couple thousand? Chris‘ wines cost more

than 100 thousand dollars.” James rolled his eyes.

“Wines don’t have to be expensive to be good. Plus, you don’t know how much exactly

my wines cost.”

“Are you still trying to make a comeback?” James sneered.

“Hmph! So damn stubborn, that one.”

more of my time trying to explain to people who won’t

What matters most is the flavor, not the cost. I prefer whites over reds. anyway.” Henry

Shouldn’t craft brews

murky too! It isn’t

wine to dinner! What

seeing the yellow

you mock

slamming the table with one

happens to us after

be so evil! Is

out at the table in

enough, but fake wine? That

even the old man knew how to calm the situation

was supposed to be a pale, nearly transparent color. Yet the wine Dustin had brought was not only

look like

fine–aged craft brews usually turn out to look like,”

James cried. “Do you think we’re idiots?

it is!”

continue to lie through your teeth?” Florence

You should’ve told me if you couldn’t bring anything to the table. I could’ve

truly was no match

care if you trust me or not. All I can say is this wine is

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