Xu Xie's heart gave a hard thump.
He hurriedly asked, "General Zhao, do you know how precious this stuff is?"
Zhao Feng thought it over. He received "gifts" from his subordinates every few days, so he asked in return, "Is it?"
Xu Xie: "..."
One look at Xu Xie's expression told Zhao Feng he'd gotten the wrong idea.
He explained, "It's just medicinal wine and the like..."
Was that really worth looking at him like he'd spotted prey?
Zhao Feng knew, of course, that these fine wines nourished the sinews and bones. Drink enough of them, and they could even speed up the circulation of martial energy in the Dantian. It felt as if every limb and bone were soaking in hot spring water, with every pore opening to breathe, hastening the recovery of one's strength and energy.
But Zhao Feng figured these effects were about the same as drinking precious, restorative medicinal wine. He hadn't thought this stuff was particularly rare.
Besides, even if it were some rare treasure—
Lord Shen was so poor her purse was cleaner than her face. If it really were something precious, why would she sell it in limited quantities every day at Fugu General Store?
The heat in Xu Xie's heart cooled by several degrees.
His reason returned, and he decided to try the stuff himself.
Seeing Xu Xie act so out of character, Zhao Feng couldn't help grumbling inwardly. The feng shui in Fugu was truly bizarre.
After accepting the several sets of clothes and shoes Xu Xie had brought, Zhao Feng chatted briefly with him about Lord Shen. Then Xu Xie rose to take his leave. Zhao Feng saw him out, returned, and opened a jar of wine with a puzzled expression. He took a deep breath of its clean, fragrant