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Chun Yu, standing aside, chimed in proudly, "Mrs. Jiao, the wine my lady brews is even tastier than what the biggest tavern in Xihua City sells."
"Is that really true?" All men love to drink, especially a Military General like Jiao Guangcheng.
Although he is usually very disciplined, his fondness for wine is no less than that of other ordinary soldiers.
"Of course it's true." Jiao Guangcheng's doubt made Chun Yu quite unhappy, "Not only does my lady brew bamboo-leaf wine, but she also makes fruit wines. Recently, we bought plums from a fellow villager and made plum wine; it's incredibly delicious."
"Chun Yu." Xiao Ruo called out softly, then smiled at Lady Gao, "If Lord Jiao enjoys wine and Mrs. Jiao is interested in learning how to brew, I can teach Mrs. Jiao how to make bamboo-leaf wine."
Lady Gao was somewhat incredulous when she heard this, "Doctor Qin, can you really teach me the craft of brewing wine?"
