My master, Uncle Yu, and I all had our own suspicions.
So we did not press further, and Grandpa did not continue either.
We merely took a few sips of the medicinal wine and found it exceptionally smooth and delicious.
Yet after drinking it, our entire bodies felt pleasantly warm.
Although our blood and qi churned somewhat, it was not intense. Compared to osmanthus wine steeped only with Yin Spirit Grass, this wine was much gentler and tasted far better.
Though my master and Uncle Yu drank as well, they usually did not drink much.
But now, drinking Grandpa's infused wine, Master and Uncle Yu drank it as if it were water or beer, downing a bowl with every gulp.
They kept toasting Grandpa, afraid they might miss even a single mouthful.
"Uncle Jiang, a toast to you..."
"Uncle Jiang, I failed to come pay you a visit sooner, so I'll punish myself with three bowls first."
"Yes, yes, yes, Uncle Jiang. My senior brother has punished himself with three bowls, so as his junior brother, I'll punish myself with four."
Grandpa chuckled, not saying much.
I sat at the table, watching Master and Uncle Yu awkwardly.
The two of them were practically competing to drink...
The result was that before we had even finished eating, both Master and Uncle Yu had gotten drunk and collapsed.
Even with Master's level of cultivation, he was drunk just like that. He did not even use his qi, nor could he rouse himself.
He lay sprawled across the table and began to sleep, so I could only take them to their rooms to rest first.
When I returned, Grandpa poured me a bowl of wine.
Then I heard Grandpa say to me,
"In another ten minutes, we can break ground. Once we dig