On my 15th trip to China, I've had my share of Moutai which can honestly be best described as being forced to consume straight gasoline. The biggest issue is not just the taste or that burn down your throat but the fact that there is a tremendous amount of social pressure to drink it. As you sit around a large round table, each person at the table comes to visit the one idiot guest requesting to do a shot together. So here I am trying desperately to dump my shots into my soup when nobody is looking or spilling it onto the table Wish me luck, it's going to be a long night....and a longer morning.
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