"A fine wine made by fermenting yellow wine with bamboo leaves. There's a saying, 'Spring bamboo leaf wine, accompanied by the tune of a rooster's string.' It's not just an empty name. As for the formula for this wine, naturally it is…"
Su Pan'er suddenly stopped speaking, her gaze sweeping over everyone present, and she laughed!
"Naturally, there isn't one. I'm just curious why Uncle Lui would ask such a question?"
No formula?
A look of disbelief swept across the crowd's faces.
She had just named the wine, yet claimed there was no formula. Who was she trying to fool?
"'Spring bamboo leaf wine, accompanied by the tune of a rooster's string,' such a fine poem!"
Lui Muyi could not help but express his admiration, his gaze lingering on Qin Yi, who remained aloof, munching on a Qingming rice cake, seemingly oblivious to the exchange.
Lui Muyi autiful smirk, "Why haven't I heard this excellent verse before?"
Su Pan'er wiped a cold sweat secretly, how did she blurt that out?