The wine hit his mouth, slid down his throat, and landed in his stomach with a fiery kick. Instantly, the heat split into four streams, rushing to his limbs.
In that instant, Zhao Jun felt a pleasant warmth spread through his entire body. Then, a lightness came over his shoulders, back, and waist, and the exhaustion from a long afternoon of work vanished completely.
Zhao Jun casually set his bowl aside and turned to the old man, his face a picture of delighted surprise. "Uncle," he asked, "this wine...?"
"Amazing, right?" Elder Yang asked with a smile.
Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng nodded in unison.
"HAHAHA..." Elder Yang pointed to the washbasin in the corner and chuckled. "Wash your hands and help me make dumplings."
"Alright!"
Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng responded in unison and quickly hopped off the kang.
