"This Dream Algae Rice Wine is delicious, not too strong, with a sweet taste, like fruit juice, suitable for people with low alcohol tolerance."
Luther held his wine glass, swirled the light red wine inside and pretended to comment.
Purple Corpse used a small oak barrel as a cup, had a big gulp, and laughed, "I love this Moon Grass Barley Wine, it's fizzy. Once you take a sip, bubbles burst in your mouth, filling it with barley fragrance."
The Great Shaman sipped on the rice honeydew wine, said nothing, just stared into the distance, humming an unknown melody, as if among the untamed wilderness, there was a Shadow Leopard howling in the distant night sky.
A bunch of drunken dwarves, eyes shining, scooped a cup from this barrel, another cup from the other barrel, took a sip here with their eyes glowing, and another sip there with their eyes glowing.
Don't expect them to pass judgment; they're too occupied.
