A youth in hemp clothes came running over with a jar of wine in his arms, squatted next to Zhou Yi, and lifted the thick porcelain bowl that covered the jar's mouth, pouring a full bowl of sparkling white jade-like rice wine.
"Dao Ye, this is a new brew from Mother, for you to taste."
Zhou Yi took the thick porcelain bowl, tilted his head back and drank it all in one go, nodding as he spoke.
"The taste is good. Tell your mother when you return, Yi Rice has an extraordinary origin and is already a top-quality brewing material; adding other herbs would only lower its flavor."
Though Yi Rice was a product of the decline of Spirit Rice, as a fundamental ingredient for brewing Spiritual Wine, its intrinsic flavor far surpassed ordinary materials.
"Got it, I'll tell my mother when I get back."
