An Jin looked at the group.
"It's about ready," she said, pouring several bowls and handing them over. "Have a taste. Let me know if you like it."
She had also been forced to wake Gu Yin. He had been asleep for five whole days, and it was time for him to eat.
The three males in the cabin each held their bowl of barley wine. The novel and potent aroma made them exchange glances, their beastman instincts kicking in and putting them on high alert.
Gu Yin frowned, his forked tongue flicking out to delicately lap a bit of the liquid from the surface and taste it.
Ling Hong took a reserved sip, then a second, and a third. The sharp, spicy flavor spreading across his tongue gradually became more tolerable, and his small sips turned into large gulps.
Xi glanced from side to side. Seeing that the other two were fine—and even seemed to be enjoying it—he downed his own bowl in one go.
