Clearly, Shen Yunmai's soft hum was an imitation of Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu said nothing. He knew that if he did, Shen Yunmai would insist he was imitating Liu Ci.
Even now, he was still furious that Liu Ci had blocked that strike of Heavenly Tribulation by the Western Sea, and did not want to hear the name.
His gaze fell on the flask of liquor in Shen Yunmai's arms.
The flask was pottery fired from old clay, and very likely an antique.
Most importantly, the molecules given off by the liquor inside carried a certain scent he recognized.
It was neither ale nor a spirit distilled from barley; there was no peat, no cloying sweetness of sugarcane, no scent of star anise or cinnamon.
It was a clear, clean, and extremely strong white liquor.
"You recognized the smell? Looks like the logistics department did a good job reproducing it."
Watching his expression, Shen Yunmai completely forgot that he was gravely injured and said smugly, "I'll give them a commendation."
"There's a little golden flower in the Southern Barbarians' lands that doesn't exist in this world," Jing Jiu said. "The flavor is slightly different."
This was the liquor Nan Wang liked to drink.
It was also the liquor he had drunk the most.
"We can't expect everything in the world to turn out as we wish, so perfectly." Shen Yunmai broke the clay seal and took a drink. After savoring it for a moment, he continued, "After reading your novel, I wanted to reproduce it. I put together a technical research team and even went to bother Li Chunyang a few times."
The team's members were very likely master technicians treasured by the Galaxy Alliance's major distilleries, and might also have included master tasters from those resort planets.
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