Jiang Muwan gazed at the dark, murky medicinal soup in the porcelain bowl she held, feeling a bit reluctant. It seemed like she just couldn't bring herself to make Gu Jiangnian drink it.
"Grandpa's medicinal wine is self-prepared, only herbal medicine can sober him up. If he doesn't drink it, the aftermath could last for three to four days," Song Rong gently advised.
The old man had a fondness for this particular drink. Usually, his family would just have a little with him. Today, however, Gu Jiangnian, who could hold his liquor well, greatly pleased him. So, without much restraint, they exchanged drinks and consumed quite a bit.
"How is Grandpa?" Jiang Muwan asked.
"Grandpa's homemade wine is nothing serious; it'll be fine once he takes it," Song Rong noticed Gu Jiangnian half-leaning on the bed, not feeling too well herself, and felt a touch of sympathy.
