Lin Jiaojiao picked up the cup and tasted it. The fragrance of pear blossoms was just right, like the scent of flower petals floating in the misty rain of March. The taste was soft and smooth with a refreshing coolness sliding down her throat, but still strong enough to make one grimace.
After all, this was a potent drink. Pear Blossom Drunk was a fine wine that could make one drunk with just one cup. This was clearly from the Pear Blossom Crossing, her maternal grandfather enjoyed it, so she had also tasted it a few times out of curiosity.
She had a sensitive palate, so she wouldn't remember it wrong. And the fragrance of this wine was obviously purer and clearer than the Pear Blossom Drunk from the past, a scent that could only be found in the midst of the pear blossom forest.
So she looked at Xuemei: "Are you sure this isn't Pear Blossom Drunk?"
"No," Xuemei shook her head and said, "It's just wine brewed by a peasant woman."
