Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Feng Zhaoyang, while lifting the flask and pouring wine, explained with a smile, ”This wine was brewed by my daughter. It contains countless treasures and great ingredients inside, practically offering unparalleled benefits for men.”

”Oh, that sounds impressive. Let me give it a try.”

Yuchi took a small sip. It tasted odd at first, like a drenched chicken on a rainy day, with an unbearably strong flavor. But if you force yourself to swallow it a bit, it unexpectedly becomes an acquired taste, much like stinky tofu.

He enjoyed it thoroughly, while to others it might seem like he was eating something unspeakable...

Bizarre but fragrant.

”Ah, wine is still the best,” Feng Zhaoyang said, squinting with pleasure as if all his troubles had vanished.

”Ah, wine is still the best,” Yuchi echoed meaningfully.