Pan Long spent three days brewing another batch of medicinal Wine to ward off the cold.
The main ingredient was too potent to divide easily, so this time he brewed the medicinal Wine in huge vats, each holding a thousand jin. Once he had prepared and sealed a dozen or so vats, they could dilute the Wine with ordinary spirits according to its potency whenever they needed it. That should be enough to last all of Dingfeng Town for years.
"I've always wondered about something." As he prepared to seal the medicinal Wine, he saw his father tossing mild but bitter-tasting herbs into every vat. He couldn't help asking, "Why do we always have to mix these random herbs into our medicinal Wine? It tastes perfectly good until we add them."
Pan Lei laughed. "What do you think of our family's medicinal Wine?"
"It tastes pretty good before you add that stuff. Afterward, it's awful!" Pan Long frowned. He could almost taste that nauseating medicinal tang again.
For some reason, no matter what kind of medicinal Wine the Pan Lineage made, they always added those foul-tasting herbs at the end. Pan Long could still remember that strange flavor from the medicine he took when he was sick as a child, and from the tonics he drank while training. One sip was enough to make him want to spit it out.
Every time he drank medicinal Wine, the first thing he did was rinse his mouth. It took at least five or six rinses before his taste buds returned to normal.
The Pan Lineage's ancestors must have had peculiar tastes to put up with a flavor like that!
Seeing his son's indignant expression, Pan Lei laughed. "If it tastes bad, then it's working as intended."
He spoke with earnest gravity. "Medicinal