"Good wine!"
Master Mo hadn't planned on digging deeper. As soon as she smelled Xin Lin's wine, her eyes lit up.
She was a gourmand, more particular about fine food and wine than most.
"Taibai Wine, also known as Immortal Wine, is a recipe I recently acquired in Fuzhou. It's quite tasty. I've already established a partnership with Taoyao Pavilion, and from now on this wine will be sold there."
After Xin Lin finished speaking, she glanced at Master Mo.
Perhaps it was because of the dim lighting, but she felt that Master Mo hadn't looked well lately.
Upon closer inspection, Master Mo's features were very delicate, but her skin was sallow and her face gaunt, lacking any vitality.
Her age had always been a mystery.
Xin Lin had always thought she was in her fifties or sixties, but seeing her as an old acquaintance of the Spirit Institute Director—she once heard the Director calling Master Mo "Sister Lin"—so theoretically, Master Mo should be younger than the Director.
