"A tavern?"
Zhang Fuguang asked in surprise, "Mr. Changqing can brew wine?"
"Yes." Li Changqing was not much of a drinker himself, but in his previous life, his father-in-law ran a small distillery, and Li Changqing had helped out there for a while.
So he understood the basic processes.
Back when he was at the Yan family, Li Changqing had attempted brewing some, and the things he made were carried over in his dimension ring.
Along with some food he had made previously, which was also stored inside.
Moreover, the wines of the Cangyuan Realm generally had lower alcohol content, similar to the wines of ancient times. Li Changqing was preparing to use grains to brew some stronger ones, which he believed some people would enjoy.
Li Changqing had intended to take out a jar of wine from his ring for Zhang Fuguang to taste, but then he glanced at the ring and remembered that the body of the assassin from the Blood Shadow Sect, whom he killed yesterday, was still inside.
