The first bottle was already considered top-grade, which greatly boosted Lizhong's confidence. He took the small porcelain bottle that had been rated as top-grade and set it aside separately, waiting for Mo Yan to continue testing the next one. The small porcelain bottles and the wine jars had corresponding labels, so even if piled together, they wouldn't get mixed up.
The second bottle Mo Yan opened was peach wine, which was very suitable for women to drink. The proportion of sugar added during brewing had to be higher. She took a sip, furrowed her brows slightly, and under Lizhong's nervous gaze, she shook her head, "It wasn't sealed well, it's a bit sour, pour it out."
Without hesitation, Lizhong took out a writing brush and drew a red cross on the label of the small porcelain bottle.
Mo Yan nodded in approval, silently affirming that letting Lizhong manage the distillery was the right decision. He was visionary, discerning, and capable of making the right decisions.
