Lin Baici lowered his voice.
"No way!"
The blue-hatted eunuch refused. He was greedy for money, but he also feared death: "These drinks are to be used at the king's banquet. If the king tastes any issues, we eunuchs will all be executed!"
Each jar of wine had to be steeped in the essence of at least three people before it could be considered qualified. The batch they were currently preparing was only the second group; there was still some way to go.
"How big a stomach does your king have?"
Lin Baici inquired.
"What do you mean?"
The blue-hatted eunuch didn't understand.
"How much drink can the king consume by himself? You are transporting so much at one time, which means either the king plans to bestow them upon his ministers, or he is preparing for a large feast!"
While speaking, Lin Baici observed the blue-hatted eunuch's expression. However, the man's face was as pale as a blank poker chip, betraying nothing.
