Looking at the jar of liquor, the crowd wore looks of sheer shock. So all those previous batches of wine brewed by Ye Qing had been made using this very method, utilizing leftover medicinal dregs.
They figured that the grade of those earlier medicinal dregs certainly couldn't compare to the one currently being steeped. To be able to take even a single sip of fine wine brewed from the dregs they were looking at right now would be absolute bliss.
Only, the batch wasn't ready yet.
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