Qiaoqiao was no longer the Qiaoqiao of before and quickly did the math in her head, "At least a hundred catties of wine!"
She was a little embarrassed, "Let's not count the extra, okay? What if the wine Qiaoqiao makes isn't good and it goes to waste?"
"Right!"
Seventh Uncle was also chuckling, "Making wine is actually quite simple, but some people can make it taste good following the same steps, while others fall a bit short. Let's see when the time comes if our Qiaoqiao has the talent?"
Qiaoqiao puffed out her chest, "Definitely!"
"Alright!"
Seeing her so confident made Seventh Uncle feel immensely gratified—a man should just go for it without fear of failure, rather than being timid before even starting.
It was just because he hadn't been clear-sighted when he was younger that he ended up taking on such an apprentice and even went through great trouble to correct his character...
But what was the result?