Drinking harms the health, and indeed Cui Yun only let Shen Hua have a taste.
The girl held half a cup of wine, her face filled with sorrow. Had it been before, she would have indulged in joyful and unrestrained drinking, with no one able to stop her.
But the situation is different now.
Shen Hua cherishes her unpredictable, peculiar broken body more than anyone.
Shen Hua leaned in to smell the wine, which faintly carried a sweet aroma; she feared it would vanish after one sip, so she treasured it, sipping little by little.
How tragic.
Yet it surpassed all the wine Shen Hua had drunk in previous years.
She couldn't help but sigh: "Cousin, even if you don't become a Marquis in the future, with this skill you could still support a family."
"Set up a little business, you make the wine, and I handle the cash. It probably won't take long to outcompete the Banxian Inn."
