"Uncle, with your skills, I wouldn't dare to even dream of facing three rounds.",“I’ll get it.” Zhao Ping was about to open the bottle and pour the wine when Zhao Qin snatched it away. He first poured a full glass for his older brother, then poured himself a glass, put down the bottle, raised his glass and clinked it with his brother's.,"Brother, I can do it myself. I'm not a stranger. Why are you always meddling"。