This resulted in each block of grape bricks fermenting into a completely different wine.
Some of the fermented wine was completely undrinkable; bitter, sour, and explosive.
If luck was a bit better, one could obtain some decent blocks, and the wine brewed might be alright, but it still wasn't something people wanted to enjoy.
Instead, after a period of low sales, the bars started to become lively again.
Compared to the oddly flavored homemade fermented grape wine, the clear and bright liquor in the bottles at the bar was the real deal.
The young man thought it was another guy selling homemade grape wine, but the moment the other person mentioned "whiskey," his throat moved uncontrollably, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
He looked around again, "How much for a glass?"
He could only afford one glass; the price of a bottle was too expensive!
The guy in the baseball cap had a knowing smile on his face, "Buddy, three yuan a glass!"
"Fack, three yuan?"
