Upon hearing this slightly surprised question, Mu YanYu looked at him, her eyes bright, and explained, "I mean the smell of this wine is exactly the same as that of the finished product I once drank."
Receiving this explanation, he squinted his eyes in surprise, "You’ve drunk it before? But wasn’t this recipe damaged a long time ago?"
Knowing she hadn’t explained clearly, Mu YanYu smiled gently and continued to explain seriously, "Yes! The recipe was damaged long ago, but my grandfather left a small amount of the finished product before, and I was lucky enough to try it once. The smell of that finished product is exactly the same as the liquid in the glass now."
"Oh? Then I really must try it."
His eyes lit up, and he began to taste it excitedly.
Mu YanYu glanced at him and quickly started to taste it too.
Just because it smells the same doesn’t really excite her.
It has to taste exactly the same to be considered truly successful.
...
"They will definitely be satisfied later."
As they began tasting, Xiaobei murmured to himself.
Xiaobei had absolute confidence in his skills, so he believed they would certainly be satisfied.
"This taste is simply amazing!"
While waiting so confidently, Xiaobei heard his third uncle speaking excitedly.
"Just as I guessed!"
With a light laugh, Xiaobei turned to look at his third uncle and found him looking at himself with bright eyes.
With a smile, Xiaobei said softly, "Third Uncle, how’s the taste? Tell me about it!"
Xiaobei looked at him expectantly...
The reason Xiaobei was so expectant was that he really wanted to know the evaluation he would give.
Being watched by Xiaobei, he took a deep breath and quickly said, "Wait, let me have another glass. I drank too quickly just now and didn’t quite catch the taste!"
"I..."
Hearing such a slightly evasive answer, Xiaobei was completely speechless...
"Don’t worry, as long as I taste it again, I’ll definitely give you a response!"
Seeing Xiaobei looking frustrated, he quickly explained.
At the same time, he scooped another full glass.
Glancing at it, he drank again with a completely intoxicated expression...
Five minutes later, Xiaobei looked at him, having drunk three more glasses in a row, and said helplessly, "Third Uncle, you should have tasted it by now, right? After all, you’ve tried it many times already!"
"Although it’s still a bit off, it’s almost there."
Responding like this, he regretfully put the glass down.
Honestly, if Xiaobei hadn’t spoken now, he would definitely have poured himself another glass...
"Since it’s almost there, then tell me, what’s your evaluation of it!"
When Xiaobei spoke, he looked at him seriously...
To be honest, Xiaobei really valued his evaluation...
Feeling Xiaobei’s warmth and seriousness, he looked at Xiaobei and sincerely praised, "Xiaobei, you know, I don’t have much talent for words. So, I don’t really know how to evaluate it. I can only say this: with this kind of wine, the more there is, the more I can drink."
Hearing such a down-to-earth evaluation, Xiaobei laughed.
"As much as you can drink? How much do you actually plan to drink? Didn’t I tell you before? Drinking too much is bad for your health!"
Hearing such an angrily spoken reprimand, he quickly turned to Mu YanYu and said, "I... I just said that casually just now! From now on, how much you let me drink, I’ll drink that amount. I won’t drink a drop more."


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