An Yuxing picked up the wine, first sniffed it, then took a small sip. His eyes lit up, and then he drained it in one gulp.
As the wine entered his throat, An Yuxing's eyes narrowed slightly as he savored it carefully.
"This is Hundred Herb Brew?"
After tasting it, An Yuxing revealed a look of surprise.
These years, Yang Zhengshan's skill at brewing wine had improved quite a bit. Though it still could not compare to those renowned masters of brewing wine, it was not far off.
However, what surprised An Yuxing was not whether the Hundred Herb Brew tasted good or bad, but the feeling the Hundred Herb Brew brought him.
After the wine entered his belly, a warm, gentle breath spread out and flowed through his entire body, making him feel a kind of ease all over, while his spirit also became hale and vigorous.
Yang Zhengshan said with a beaming smile, "Hundred Herb Brew, as the name implies, is brewed from a hundred kinds of medicinal herbs. Its taste is sweet and mellow, its breath long and lingering. Drinking it over the long term can strengthen the body and repair injuries."
Of course, Hundred Herb Brew had other effects as well, but those other effects were not obvious, so there was no need to explain.
An Yuxing nodded. "Not bad, not bad. It is indeed a rare fine wine!"
"Haha, as long as Senior likes it!" Yang Zhengshan poured another cup for each of them.
After that, the three began passing cups back and forth, drinking with great delight.
Yang Zhengshan not only brought out Hundred Herb Brew, he also brought out other wines.
An Yuxing tasted them one by one and gave very fair evaluations.
His favorites were the Hundred Herb Brew and Peach Blossom