He Lianfang listened and said indifferently, "Isn't wine made from grapes just fruit wine? What's so good about it?"
Zhao Yao shook his index finger and said, "Second Uncle, you don't understand. You'll get it once you taste it."
"I'm not interested in your red wine. You'd better hurry and make the spirits," He Lianfang said, waiting to drink.
"When the time comes, don't drink it," Zhao Yao said about the red wine, and then thought of medicinal wine, "By the way, Second Uncle, send someone to collect some herbs tomorrow. I want to make medicinal wine."
"Your Highness, many people in Lingnan brew medicinal wine. Almost every household does, and the types of medicinal wine in Lingnan are varied, curing all sorts of diseases," Liang Run added, "You forgot, I previously bought quite a bit of medicinal wine and brought it back for your grandmother, and it really helped with her cold hands and feet."
