"Two silver coins per bowl of wine?" Ye Ci's eyes widened like brass bells. Ye Luo was equally astonished.
Even after a thirty percent discount, each bowl still cost two silver coins. Didn't that mean it had originally cost three silver coins per bowl? Three silver coins had purchasing power equivalent to three thousand yuan. Three thousand for a bowl of wine—this was practically like 1982 Lafite or Louis XIII XO back on Earth!
The old man wore an inscrutable expression. "Whether it's worth the price or not, you'll know once you taste it!"
Two bright gleams shot from Ye Ci's eyes. The old man was acting so confidently; this wine whose fragrance carried for ten miles had to be extraordinary. Besides, why would Ye Luo and the others worry about expensive wine? The more expensive it was, the more interested they became.
Ye Luo and the others' doubts seemed to have wounded the old man's pride. He quickly filled thirteen bowls and set them before them. "Hmph. Whether it's a mule or a horse, you have to take it out for a run. Please, have a taste. If it isn't worth three silver coins a bowl, I won't charge you even a single copper coin!"
Thirteen bowls of wine were lined up, their fragrance filling the air. Even Ye Zhang, who cared least about food and drink, could not help swallowing.
Ye Luo picked up a bowl. Gulp, gulp, gulp... He drank it down in huge mouthfuls...
Once the wine entered his mouth, it was not nearly as fragrant as he had imagined. Instead, it carried a faint bitterness. As it flowed over his teeth and tongue, the aroma of malt mingled with the bitter fragrance brought by hops, along with the fatty scent produced by yeast during fermentation.