The Drunk Little Snakes
Editor: Atlas Studios
The grape wine finished fermenting in five days. Using the cotton T-shirt she wore when she transmigrated from the modern ages, Bai Qingqing filtered the wine. At that point, the wine was still rather murky.
After sealing it with the lid for another month and going through the second round of fermentation, it tasted pretty much like the wine sold in supermarkets.
Bai Qingqing arranged the stone bowls in a row and asked Parker to fill them up.
However, Parker merely filled a bowl, before setting down the stone bucket. He raised the bowl and took a sip from it.
"Hey!" Bai Qingqing glared at him with a smile. "Do you have to do that? Hurry, pour us a bowl."
Smacking his lips, Parker's eyes widened into round circles in a funny manner.
"So fruit syrup tastes like this. I'm merely testing it, to make sure it's fine and won't cause any harm to your body."