Ling Xiaotian couldn't help but sniff.
Even Ling Qingxue, who rarely drank, could not help but ask in surprise,""Ruofei, what kind of wine is this? Why does it smell so good?"
Ling Xiaotian took a deep breath and said,""This wine is very special. It's not as rich as the Moutai wine or the Wuliangye wine, but it's unique. It gives people a feeling of relaxation and floating like an immortal ..."
As he spoke, he poured a glass into the small glass, then picked up the glass with his thumb and middle finger, brought it to his mouth steadily, and drank it in one gulp.
Ling Xiaotian closed his eyes, his face revealing a reminiscing expression. After a long time, he opened his eyes and let out a long breath, praising,""Good wine!"
Ling Qingxue giggled and asked,"dad!" Can you tell what wine it is?"