In the orchard, there was a grove of pear trees, yet it was just early February, and the pear blossoms had not bloomed.
The two entered the Pear Garden, and after a short walk, a few small wooden cabins appeared before them.
"Hey, old chap! If you're not drinking, then don't drink, but why did you spill it?"
Before the two even arrived, they could already hear Chu Wuqu's angry voice.
Soon after, they heard the elder snort coldly and say, "I spilled it, so what? The wine you brew has no taste at all."
"Huh?" Chu Wuqu said angrily, "How dare you disdain the wine brewed by this old man? Do you know how many people are queuing up to drink it, you old geezer?"
"Hmph~" The elder snorted disdainfully, "Queuing up, my foot. Even if you give it away for free, people may not drink it."
"Calm down, gentlemen!" A gentle voice, tinted with laughter, came across, "The wine was accidentally knocked over by the elder; he did not do it intentionally. Mr. Chu, please let it go."
