One bottle of Wuliangye only filled the waterskin halfway. After pouring in a second bottle, it was just about full.
Gu Fei carried the waterskin to the rear courtyard.
Handing the waterskin to Zhang Ze, Gu Fei said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, we really couldn't find a proper wine bottle in the house. This is so impolite of us."
Zhang Ze waved his hand. "You're too kind, Miss. I'm the one who is being impolite, coming all this way to ask you for a drink."
"By the way, where is the person who brews this wine now?"
Gu Fei quickly shook her head. "This wine was a gift from someone my father met by chance many years ago. We later heard that the person had passed away. He didn't have any children, so this brewing technique wasn't passed down."
"What a shame, what a shame." Zhang Ze shook his head again and again. "Right, does this wine have a name? I'll need to give my master's uncle an answer when I see him."
