Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 89: Chapter 89 Three kinds of taste

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Qin Xue slowly chewed on a vegetable stem, considering whether or not to bring a gift for Chu Molin’s friend, as he wasn’t making a joke.

Vegetables were not the ideal gift, but she still had four small jars of wine left from the batch she originally planned to give to Li Zhao and An Hao.

But Chu Molin and the others had an over-the-top reaction to that wine, probably best not to offer it to others.

“Xue’er, what are you thinking about? Eat your breakfast quickly. It’s not good for your body if it gets cold,” said Chu Molin noticing his wife furrowing her browse over her untouched porridge.

“Oh, I was just thinking about whether to bring a gift for your friend.

We don’t seem to have anything at home to give, except for the peach blossom wine you guys drank last time; can that be given to your friend?

That’s the best thing we have at home, and I can’t buy any gifts since I don’t have any cash,” said Qin Xue, feeling it best to ask him.

“Yes, we can give one jar of that wine to each of them. They are my childhood friends, who grew up together with me. We have a good relationship.” Chu Molin thought his two old friends were trustworthy enough that he wouldn’t need to worry about gifting them peach blossom wine.

“Okay, I will follow your advice. Exclusively do they prefer strong or lite flavors?” Qin Xue enquired, she had a selection of three different flavors for the wine.

“Xue’er, do you have many types of this wine?”

“Uh, not really, just three flavors,” said Qin Xue, merely mentioning the quantity thereof.

“Xue’er, if you give this out to others, will I still have some left to drink?” Chu Molin thought it best to clarify this first.

Otherwise, if he ended up having nothing to drink after giving away the wine his wife made, those friends could wait!

He couldn’t let his friends drink all that, while he himself had none left. If his friends knew they got the wine at his expense, they would surely yell at him.

“Uh, do you want to drink it? How much do you want?” Qin Xue asked, sounding a bit timid.

He hadn’t talked about the wine since the night they drank it. She thought he didn’t like it.

“Xue’er, are you saying that 1 can have as much as I want?” Chu Molin’s eyes darkened a bit.

Was his wife not concerned about revealing her secret in front of him?

Just like the fish slice porridge. He was well aware that they didn’t have fish at home, but there it was, freshly made, sitting in front of him.

“Well, yes, there are only three flavors available.

It’s not much, only 200 to 250 kg. So, not a lot really,” Qin Xue considered, she had many peach blossoms in her space and could make as much as she desired.

The last batch she made was about 200 to 250 kg, that’s all.

“What? 200 to 250 kg?” Even the always composed Chu Molin couldn’t help but gasp. It was a hundred-year-old fine wine and she was talking about it as if it was no big thing.

Many valuable items hadn’t survived over the turbulent years. For the most part, only wines buried under the ground remain.

Still, they could only be preserved without being discovered. This was not something to take lightly. Qin Xue’s casual attitude towards all this made him feel like he had stumbled upon a treasure. Can he say that?

“Right. Is that a lot?” Qin Xue couldn’t understand why Chu Molin was so surprised.

She could make as much as she wanted. She hadn’t made a lot at first because it was just a trial run. But according to Chu Molin, it was a lot?

“Xue’er, do you know how old this wine is?” Chu Molin cautiously asked, as he looked at Qin Xue.

Qin Xue wanted to say that it was only a month or two old. Where was all this talk about the age coming from? But then, when she considered that time passed differently in her space, she just shook her head.

As Chu Molin found out her confusion, he explained, “Xue’er, although I haven’t drank a lot of fine wines.

But the taste and the purity from the last time says it all about this being a hundred-year-old fine wine. Such a fine drink can’t be produced without at least a hundred years.

So, besides me, you can’t talk about this wine with anyone else, okay?

Also, you can’t mention the water you gave me to drink to anyone else, and you must never let anyone know you have it, understood?” Chu Molin sincerely advised Qin Xue, looking at her seriously..