In an instant, a rich, mellow aroma, distinctly infused with the scent of grapes, quickly wafted out.

After Chu Qinghe put a packet of medicinal powder into the container, he added a few processed but not completely chopped medicinal herbs and quickly resealed it.

However, after sealing the wine, Chu Qinghe did not immediately process the next vat. Instead, he placed his hand on the vat and used his internal force and special energy to stir the wine inside slightly.

However, when Chu Qinghe opened another jar of wine, compared to the wine in the previous jar which clearly had the aroma of grapes, the aroma in this jar now had a hint of lychee.

Upon discovering this, Qu Feiyan couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Isn't this the same kind of wine as the one in the vat from before?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Qinghe added another packet of different powders and herbs to the wine vat and replied, "The wine is brewed around June, which is when spring fruits are becoming scarce and summer fruits are appearing, so there are more choices and more types of wine to brew."

After all, brewing wine is a troublesome thing, so it's better to brew a lot at once than to make a little bit each time.

By the time all the wine had been processed, it was already dusk.

Inside the kitchen, the sounds of chopping vegetables could be heard.

After glancing at Dongfang Bubai, who was once again immersed in cultivation in the courtyard, Chu Qinghe's body floated like a willow catkin to the roof of the main house.

As far as the eye could see, the houses and buildings in the distance were all bathed in a dim, yellowish light.

In some of the houses, wisps of smoke were still rising from the chimneys.

As a result, the air was filled with the unique aroma of burning firewood, and Chu Qinghe couldn't help but show a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Indeed, days like these are the most intoxicating!"

As the saying goes, "The warmth of everyday life is what truly comforts the human heart."

For Chu Qinghe, the time had long passed when he needed exciting, dramatic experiences to satisfy his vanity.

All they wanted was this peaceful and leisurely life.

Three meals a day, with a beautiful woman by your side—nothing in the world could be more wonderful.

Thinking this, Chu Qinghe, resting his chin on his hand, turned his gaze to Dongfang Bubai below. Listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen, his eyes flickered, and the smile on his face deepened.

A short while later, he leaned back and lay directly on the roof.

"Life is getting more and more comfortable!"