"This is the rice wine I brewed earlier."
Ling Miao lifted a lid, revealing a very primitive wooden bucket containing snow-white rice grains gathered together in a single mass, with a small, round depression in the center and beige liquid rippling around it.
Is this rice wine?
I could smell a slight odor of alcohol, but the alcohol content should be very low.
Ling Miao nodded in agreement, "Rice wine is one of the earliest forms of primitive brewing. It doesn't have a high alcohol content, and most people drink it as a beverage."
"But it's not recommended for children to drink too much. If you like this flavor, I would recommend sweet wine instead."
"There's not much difference between the two, but the sweet wine is sweeter and has a lower alcohol content, making it more suitable as a beverage."
As she spoke, Ling Miao poured the prepared milk into the pot. When it was slightly hot and small bubbles appeared around the edges, she added a little white sugar.
The glistening sugar granules instantly disappeared into the white milk, gradually melting into the milk as the temperature rose.
"Next, we need to prepare the rice wine juice."
Ling Miao picked up the rice wine juice that Susan had scooped out, and seeing that some people in the comments were curious, she raised an eyebrow and gently scooped a spoonful.
The sweet rice wine has a slightly sour taste, with a hint of sweetness and an alcoholic aroma.
No one could describe the strange taste; some liked it and happily swallowed it.
Some people find it strange, but the taste is unique, and they can't say for a moment whether it's good or bad.
Seeing the strange and mixed comments, Ling Miao smiled and didn't say anything, then poured the prepared rice wine into the cooled milk.
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