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During his time at Yunteng, Xiao Xian had never tasted alcohol, but once, after a meal, his grandfather became cheerful from drinking and dipped the tip of his chopstick into the wine and let Xiao Xian taste it. From that taste, the little girl developed a craving for it. She didn't dare to drink openly but began to linger around her grandfather's wine cup more frequently after meals.
The peanuts fried in rapeseed oil, with their crisp red shells, burst with fragrance in her mouth, fully satisfying the little glutton within her. "Grandpa, what is wine made of?"
"It's made by fermenting rice. At the end of last year, didn't your Sister-in-law Lian ask for some rice to make wine? She even gave you a few rice balls to feed this little glutton," said Zhu Shijun, seeing Xiao Xian drooling over his glass of wine; he raised his chopstick and dabbed it on her tongue.
