Some people started to jeer, others cheered. The train attendant, though not fully understanding, knew the foreign guests were angry and hurriedly apologized. The dining car instantly descended into chaos.

Ruan Xianxian and her group stood at the door without rushing in. Old Feng put on his hat, covering his sharp eyes, and asked, "What are those foreign devils up to now?"

“That shorty said our liquor is swill.” Ruan Xianxian translated succinctly: “The blond-haired, blue-eyed man is unhappy and wants to complain.”

Zhongkai was taken aback, but nodded emphatically to Old Feng who was looking over. Ruan Xianxian had already led the group out, passing by the bar and picking up the 'Lingquanxian' wine that was being promoted to foreign guests, pouring herself a glass.

The clear, bright voice, with standard pronunciation, said: "I disagree with what this short, stout man said."

Her voice was ethereal and pleasant, her skin was more delicate and lustrous than the finest mutton-fat jade, and her smiling eyes met the curious or malicious gazes of the many foreign guests without flinching or avoiding them.

"Grinding rice, washing rice, steaming rice, saccharification, fermentation... If I remember correctly, this is the brewing process for sake in your country."

This is also a winemaking technique that has been passed down in China for five thousand years.

Takahashi was speechless, forgetting even to refute being called a shorty, and unable to argue, he shifted his focus.

"But you have to admit, even a five-thousand-year-old technique can't compare to a rich and aromatic red wine. That's what you call good wine. Yours is just watery soup!"

When the wine was praised, some foreign guests on the dining car proudly puffed out their chests. Yes, their wine was the best in the world.

Takahashi's malice was practically overflowing from his eyes. He was just waiting for this woman who had suddenly appeared to refute him, praising the white wine and belittling the red wine, thus offending most of the people present.

"I like to eat meat, and you like to eat poop, but I won't completely reject poop like Mr. Takahashi does. Otherwise, what would the gentlemen who love cat poop coffee think?"

Without giving Takahashi a chance to refute himself, he spoke to Mr. Bull, who had just been furious, and also to everyone present.

"my country's wine culture originated thousands of years ago and is a crucial part of every major celebration."

Before ascending the throne, the emperor would offer wine to Heaven.

During a wedding ceremony, the wedding rituals take place before the exchange of the nuptial wine. Do you know how this nuptial wine was drunk in ancient times?

The foreign guests shook their heads, very interested. Besides wanting to make money, they were all extremely curious about the mysterious Eastern legends.

Ruan Xianxian, holding a wine glass, walked gracefully to a beautiful lady, bent slightly, and her jade-like arm, holding the wine glass, meandered and intertwined with the beauty's golden hair...

Finally, she brought the wine glass back to her lips, winked at the beauty, and drank the wine in one gulp.

"My husband! Let us drink this cup to the brim, and from this day forward we shall be husband and wife, our love unwavering."

This was said in Mandarin, which the foreign guests didn't quite understand, but they found it extremely gentle, as if they were in a wedding chamber—it was so enchanting!

The proud and beautiful Lilia blushed deeply after being teased, and quickly lowered her head to take a small sip. She was just too good at it!

Ryan, toying with his wine glass, asked with interest, "Is there any more?"

“Of course.” Ruan Xianxian straightened up and nodded. “Besides offering sacrifices to heaven and weddings, we also drink when we pay tribute to our deceased relatives…”

Alone, with a pot of wine, one can speak one's heart at the grave of a deceased loved one, sharing joys and sorrows, and incidentally... praying for ancestral blessings.

"Hahaha!" The foreign guests laughed, finding it quite amusing. "If praying to the living is useless, what's the use of praying to the dead?"

Ruan Xianxian: "This is a yearning and expectation for a better life, just like how you like to call God."

The foreign guests were laughing, but suddenly their laughter stopped. Were the dead in China the same as their God? They felt like they had been taken advantage of.

Before giving the other party a chance to retaliate, Ruan Xianxian continued, "Speaking of the origin of wine, we have to trace it back to the ancestors of all of us here, the monkeys who made wine."

"Our ancestors liked to store fruits in stone hollows during the fruit ripening season, where they would ferment naturally to form an amber-colored liquid with a fruity aroma."

Drinking it can prolong life and refresh the mind.

Legend has it that the Yellow Emperor, the first of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, was once attacked and on the verge of death during his conquests, but was fortunately aided by the Monkey Tribe.

After drinking a jar of monkey wine, not only were his injuries cured, but he also conquered the Dongyi and Jiuli tribes, thus unifying China.

Afterwards, Emperor Xuanyuan invented the "Wine Spring Method," and Monkey Wine was officially renamed Xuanyuan Wine.

After she finished speaking, she felt thirsty, so she poured herself another glass, took a sip, and said with great seriousness:

"The Spirit Spring Immortal in my hand continues the method of the Wine Spring, which can also be understood as the Spirit Spring Immortal and Xuanyuan Wine originating from the same source."

Ladies and gentlemen, I toast you all, and wish you, like the Yellow Emperor, to turn misfortune into good fortune, achieve resounding victory, and return home satisfied!

Not only the foreign guests, but also Feng Lao and Zhongkai were dumbfounded!

Feng Lao, not entirely confident, asked Zhongkai, "Is our wine really of the same origin as that Xuanyuan wine?"

Zhongkai: ? ? ?

I don't know who started clapping first, but the dining car was filled with applause.

Ryan, who had been toying with his wine glass, put it down. "I haven't yet asked how to address you, ma'am."

"Wo Nen Die." Ruan Xianxian turned around gracefully. Ryan pressed, "Your surname is Nen Die, and your given name is... Wo?"

It was a bit strange, but he didn't dwell on it for long. He smiled and introduced himself: "My name is Ryan Hornby, and I'm from country Y."

I'm very interested in the celestial wine you mentioned. Would you like to find a secluded spot to sit down and discuss it in detail?

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ryan, business negotiations are not within my scope of expertise. I need to find a professional to handle this for you.”

Ruan Xianxian smiled apologetically.

Lane Hornby was somewhat disappointed, but he didn't press the matter. He was indeed interested in the wine and needed to ask a specialist about the blending ratio and parameters.

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