Inside Taian Palace
The fragrance of wine wafted through the air.
Qi Wuya tasted a sip of the warm plum blossom wine, shook his head, and uttered four words, "Nothing special."
He did not know why Huo Yu favored such a drink.
Han Mo sat opposite him, took a sip as well, and found it to be refreshingly sweet with a lasting, mellow aftertaste, quite a decent wine.
"Not bad."
He took another sip, analyzing, "Young Master Huo is physically weak and has a gentle disposition, preferring something smooth and soft on the palate, which is quite normal. If it were a strong liquor, I'm afraid his body couldn't handle it."
Qi Wuya listened, nodded in acknowledgment, but still felt something was amiss.
"There are plenty of smooth and soft drinks, so why prefer this one in particular?"
Qi Wuya took a few more sips of the plum blossom wine, tasted it again and again, but could not discern the reason.
