Upon seeing Yue Jinghua, Guo Ziyu's eyes lit up like a cat that had just smelled fish.
There is a kind of friendship called revolutionary comradeship, and there's another kind called fair-weather friends.
It's not only men who can have such so-called friendships based on feasting and drinking; now, Yue Jinghua and Guo Ziyu have such a relationship, akin to a liquor-based strategic alliance.
She hurriedly dragged Yue Jinghua into the house, no longer displaying her previously shrewd proprietor demeanor.
"I followed your method, using those what do you call them, hops, to brew this beer," Guo Ziyu had never been exposed to beer. When she first brewed it, she tried a scoop and found it bland and tasteless at first, but after a few more sips, she realized that although this new beer wasn't as potent as the whiskey or red wine from the pub, it had a pleasant aftertaste.
