When Nash appeared in the dining area carrying a glass jar.
The visitors from China immediately understood why everyone had such a strong reaction.
It was medicinal wine.
"Brother Feng, this is the good stuff." Feng Yang's eyes lit up, and he chuckled as he proactively picked up a glass.
He was a middle-aged man, after all!
They have a strange fondness for this kind of thing. If you know, you know.
And the stuff steeping in the glass jar was all top-shelf. That thing was huge—definitely wild-harvested. Highly restorative.
"Drink it sparingly. I added a bit too much honey." Feng Mountain accepted the jar with a smile, then opened the lid and placed it on the table.
His approach was simple: let everyone pour their own drinks without any pressure.
"You youngsters shouldn't drink this. It's too potent!" Feng Yang cheerfully poured himself a glass, then poured one for Zhang Kai before putting the lid back on.
