So once the wine was ready, Li Yuetian couldn't wait to come and get it, leaving Jing Shu no choice but to explain that she would deliver it early in the morning.
A sip of Turtle Snake Wine was bitter and spicy with the bitterness of traditional medicine, making her throat feel like it was on fire, her whole body burning hot. If one were to drink it at -70 degrees, it would definitely be great for warming up. It's just that Jing Shu found the taste hard to accept.
Mr. Jing, however, smacked his lips with pleasure, thoroughly enjoying it, and in the end, he even shouted loudly, "What a wonderful wine!"
There was only one turtle, found by Su Long, Jing Shu's uncle's son. Jing Shu hadn't seen any turtles on her last trip to West Mountain, so she would have to find another opportunity to look for some old turtles or something similar.
Therefore, the Turtle Snake Wine was for Jing Shu's household to drink, while the other brews were all ordinary snake wine.
