Chen Zui looked at the wine and shards scattered on the ground, as if mourning a great loss.
As a brewer, wine was his entire life, and being told that more than half of it had spilled was more painful than death to him.
"It's alright, at least the wine in the pottery jugs is safe." Elder Bing tried to comfort him.
"The pottery jugs contain the worst quality trash wine!" Chen Zui was not comforted at all, and his face looked even more bitter.
"This…" Elder Bing was momentarily speechless.
The incident happened suddenly, and as the enforcer of the precepts, he had only glanced roughly at the wine mountain, barely noticing that the pottery jugs were the most numerous.
It turned out to be a misunderstanding.
"How about we just make do and drink some?"
Chen Zui: "..."
"This Separation Wine is strange, I almost got caught up by it." Han Zhan, who was waking up nearby, shook his head vigorously.
