"Alcohol? I haven't had a drink in a long time."
"Why not?"
"My wife doesn't allow it!"
Li Qingmu put down his pen, walked over, looked at the jug of wine, opened the lid and sniffed. The wine smelled sweet and pure, a good wine.
Nan Haitang was slightly taken aback, then understood: "Is your wife worried about your health? With such a virtuous wife, what more could one ask for in life?"
"Haha, Brother Nan, you're flattering me!"
"This is homemade rice wine, it doesn't intoxicate and is even good for health. A little won't hurt," said Nan Haitang.
"Alright!"
Li Qingmu nodded, poured a cup for Nan Haitang first, then for himself, and raised his glass: "It's so boring sitting here. It's only Brother Nan who comes to chat with me. A toast to you!"
"Alright."
Nan Haitang smiled and drank it all in one go.
Li Qingmu also drank heartily in one gulp, smiled lightly: "Did you make this rice wine yourself?"
"Mm!"
"The taste is not bad, comparable to that of Su Shi's."
