Thinking like this, Peng Yingyu looked at the secret passage below and said, "Brother Jiu Si, is there anything else?"
"Just one last thing, Brother Peng, only you and I know the answer. How many degrees is my baijiu?"
Degrees?
Everyone around Peng Yingyu looked baffled. First, they didn't understand what this unit of measurement meant, and second, they didn't understand why baijiu had degrees.
The onlookers felt like they were overhearing a conversation between aliens.
Chen Jie didn't answer, but instead waited for Peng Yingyu to respond, because he had talked about the degrees of alcohol with Peng Yingyu before.
At this time, Peng Yingyu chuckled and said, "Fifty-four degrees, sauce aroma type!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Jie was certain that the person outside was indeed the real Peng Yingyu, as no one else besides Peng Yingyu had discussed the baijiu topic with him.
