Xia Sichen said proudly, "This place has a cellar that my father uses to store wine, all the good wine is in there."
As he spoke, he headed down, and Huangfu Jingchen followed.
The cellar wasn't large, with ventilation holes, although the light was dim, everything inside could be seen clearly. Rows of wine jars came into view; indeed, it was a wine cellar.
Xia Sichen moved out a small jar from the innermost part and displayed it with flair, saying, "Smell this, Apricot Blossom Drunk Spring Rain, the first batch of wine, it's aromatic!"
It was indeed fragrant, the wine aroma seemed to have permeated the jar.
Huangfu Jingchen accepted it with a smile; this was the signature wine of Yan Zui Xuan, which he had certainly heard of and tasted, only the first wine he hadn't tried.
But the main concern now wasn't drinking the first wine; he felt Xia Sichen deliberately brought him here, probably because there was something inconvenient for him to overhear over there?
