Speaking of this, Blacksmith Sun took another sip of wine, grinning his spicy teeth.

I raised my glass and took a sip, the wine in the northwest, as strong as the west wind, swallowed it, and there was a burning sensation in my chest.

"Young man, I'm not used to our hot bars." Blacksmith Sun asked with a smile.

"Good wine, when you drink it, it is grain wine."

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