She held no hope.
Without any further expectations, she scooped a spoonful of fruit wine. Su Yunjin tasted it absentmindedly, then, unexpectedly, she immediately widened her eyes and looked at Gu Ya, "Husband, this...? The fruit wine, it...?"
For a moment, Su Yunjin was so excited she couldn't speak.
Originally, Su Yunjin thought that the remaining two jars of fruit wine had failed just like the others. But to her surprise, the taste turned out to be so unexpectedly delightful.
This wine was different from the several jars she had made before. The sweetness of the fruit wine was just right, leaving a pleasant aftertaste. Compared to rice wine, this fruit wine had a unique flavor.
In her excitement, Su Yunjin couldn't help but take another sip. It was wonderful, so wonderful. After so many failed attempts, she had finally succeeded with one jar.