460. How much wine can be produced_1

Qiaoqiao was no longer the same Qiaoqiao, and in this moment, she quickly calculated the result, "At least one hundred catties of wine!"

He felt a little embarrassed, "We won't count the extra, shall we? What if the wine Qiaoqiao brews isn't good? It would be wasted, right?"

"Right!"

Seventh Uncle also chuckled, "Brewing wine, actually, is quite simple, but some people can make it taste great with the same steps, while others just fall a little short. Let's see then, shall we? Does our Qiaoqiao have that talent?"

Qiaoqiao puffed up her chest, "Definitely have!"

"Alright!"

With such confidence from her, Seventh Uncle also felt extremely gratified—a man, after all, should just get things done and talk only after, instead of being timid before even starting.

It was just that, when he was younger, he had failed to judge people clearly, which led to him choosing such an apprentice, and he had put so much effort into rectifying the apprentice's nature...

What was the result?