"Really lives up to the name Davidoff, after more than three centuries, the flavor remains so rich and aromatic."
As he said this, he looked at Shao Zifeng with an expression that seemed like he had more to say but hesitated.
"You smoke, you smoke, don't mind me."
Cang Haiyuan was ecstatic, expertly picking up the cigar cutter and about to cut the cigar.
Unable to resist, Shao Zifeng asked, "It's been over three hundred years, could it be expired?"
"Cigars don't have an expiration date, because the maturation period for tobacco leaves is very long, and as long as it doesn't go moldy, the older it is, the richer the draw," Cang Haiyuan carelessly said, "Besides, tobacco is inherently a poison, what's there to fear?"
Although it made sense, something still didn't feel quite right?
I would call you the strongest.
Cang Haiyuan, holding the cigar cutter, didn't make the cut.
In the end, he sighed deeply and put the cigar cutter back in the box.
