Lan Shuixian had someone bring out a fine bottle of rare wine, said to be a treasure from the 19th century, extremely precious and hard to come by on the market.
Pouring into two glasses, Lan Shuixian raised hers, wanting to clink glasses with Xiaofeng.
Xiaofeng also raised her glass, and the two of them gently clinked.
Xiaofeng glanced at the wine bottle and smiled faintly, "You are quite generous, bringing out such an exquisite wine."
Such wine, if brought to the 21st century, would be worth millions per bottle, commonly known as the "wealthy wine."
"To entertain good friends, naturally, one must bring out the best wine." Lan Shuixian took a small sip; her way of drinking was beautiful and graceful, as if she was born for wine.
Xiaofeng also took a small sip. To be honest, she didn't think the wine was particularly good, not as tasty as the rice wine she brewed herself.
It was indeed a famous wine, with a good mouthfeel; a sip left a fragrant taste all over her mouth.
