When Qiong Xing told him to keep doing his best from now on, Naz felt nothing but gratitude.
Tears kept flowing from his eyes.
For a long time, Naz had never been confident in himself.
He had always followed the way his father taught him to make sake.
But because he stayed inside most of the time, there were no friends around him who could tell him whether it was good.
The only person who said it tasted good was his uncle and since they were family, Naz had never been fully sure if it was true.
But now Qiong Xing had tasted it and called it delicious.
And although Naz felt sorry for relying on others, the fact that someone had recognized his sake as good enough to sell made him incredibly happy.
"Th-thank you… th-thank you so m-much…"
Naz then began to cry and his words breaking as tears continued to fall.
