The place is very small.
The wine was sold by a husband and wife.
He looked to be in his sixties or seventies.
Yun Ningyan immediately bought ten catties of wine and took it home.
Huo Jiandang took a small bite on the spot.
"Excellent! This wine is sweet on the palate, with a smooth aftertaste and a subtle aroma."
"Good wine!"
Yun Ningyan smiled and asked, "Grandpa, is this wine you brewed yourself?"
The old man chuckled and said, "This is a family heirloom, isn't it delicious!"
"This wine won't make you feel drunk, and you won't have a headache the next day."
"This is pure grain liquor."
Yun Ningyan nodded: "That's right. Even I, someone who doesn't drink, can smell the aroma of the wine. It's good wine."
"Grandpa, you and Grandma are here alone, why haven't we seen your children come to help?"
A hint of sadness suddenly appeared on the old man's face.
"Alas! The two of us depended on each other for survival, and we never had a child in our entire lives. Now we're old and can't work anymore!"
Yun Ningyan was secretly delighted.
This was prepared just in time for her.
But this old couple is so pitiful!
Yun Ningyan smiled and said, "Then you can teach this skill to your nephews and nieces or something?"
The old man waved his hand: "I'm old, I don't need to win anymore, I'll just leave it to fate."
"Take it one day at a time."
Yun Ningyan pondered, wondering if it was appropriate to speak up today.
But since we're already here, let's test the waters and see what the old man's attitude is.
“Sir, it would be a pity if no one took over your craft and such a good skill was lost.”
The old man chuckled and said, "Young lady, you've asked so many questions because you want to buy my secret recipe, right?"
Yun Ningyan blushed, not expecting the old man to have guessed it.
She nodded: "Yes, sir, will you sell it or not?"
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