Inside the high-walled box made entirely of black lacquered wood, there rested a gourd.
It was a reddish-brown color, about the size of two adult fists, and it emitted a soft, glowing brilliance under the sunlight. Without need for close examination, one could determine that the age of this gourd was considerably ancient.
However, for Jason, things like ancient age were completely unimportant.
What mattered was the taste!
The rich 'food' aroma had already reached his nose before.
When the box was opened, such a scent became even more intense.
It almost hit him in the face.
Just like the stream of steam bursting out the moment a steamer lid is lifted when steaming buns.
It was not only hot but also carried that unique scent of wheat-based food.
However, the gourd in front of him was emanating a 'wine' scent.
In the rich 'food' aroma, there was a mix of faint wine scent.
Although weak, it was very distinct.
Jason furrowed his brows slightly.
