A while ago, the Agricultural College had developed a lovely new variety of grape. After Jiang Qiuqiu bought some, she found that this particular batch was of excellent quality—perfect for winemaking. So, she decided to make some wine and see how it tasted.
Because she constantly smelled of fresh grapes around that time, Mo Si had heard the word "wine" from her lips.
She was apparently recreating a type of wine from Ancient Earth, one that combined the fresh aroma of grapes with the distinct taste of alcohol...
Of course, that wasn't the point. The point was that it was alcohol, and drinking too much of it could leave a person feeling mentally intoxicated.
Take Mo Si right now, for example: he was mentally intoxicated, his Spirit Sea churning—
He shot to his feet.
Jiang Qiuqiu stood up as well. "Black Hole, what's wrong?"
"I don't feel very well." Mo Si tugged at his shirt. "I'd like to go back and rest."
