The masters in charge of brewing were all standing by, their faces filled with confusion, unable to explain what had happened. Just last night, the wine had been fine, so how could it have turned out like this overnight?
"What's the matter? Speak up, have you all become mute?" Seeing that the masters were all tightly lipped and silent, Meng Tong's anger intensified. With a casual flick of his hand, he sent a funnel that had been sitting on top of a vat crashing to the ground.
The item was neither large nor valuable, but the sound of the funnel hitting the floor weighed heavily on the hearts of the masters. After all, they were not originally from the Meng Family Wine House but had been hired with substantial sums after other wine houses shut down due to various scandals.
Among these masters were some with strong personalities who had come to the Meng family not for the generous remuneration, but simply because they loved brewing and didn't want to leave the wine house.
