Gu Changsheng was quite particular about his food, and the condiments he kept at home were of top-notch quality!
Take this vinegar, for instance—a genuine Southern Fujian Yongchun mature vinegar. Its pungent scent filled the entire room in an instant.
What does it mean to overturn a vinegar jar? This was it!
Though it was a bowl and not a jar, the result was much the same.
Uncle Song instantly turned into a drenched chicken, vinegar streaming down his hair. The rich, somewhat pungent smell made Uncle Song, whose head had been foggy, suddenly much clearer.
Gu Changsheng looked at the bewildered and disheveled Uncle Song, feeling extreme guilt in his heart.
Damn, this was her mess, her fault! Had she not concocted Soul Attracting Incense out of sheer boredom, Uncle Song wouldn't have been lured away by that evildoer Zhou Mu! Ultimately, it really was her who had wronged Uncle Song.
