"Is it really as magical as you say?"
Despite the evidence before her eyes, Hestia was still somewhat skeptical.
"I've drunk [wine] before, why don't I feel the way you describe?"
"Nonsense! That's because you are one of the Twelve Olympians. How could mere mortal concoctions affect you? If it were a fine brew crafted by my hands..."
The words stopped abruptly at that point.
Luo En glanced at Hestia beside him, shaking his head and waving his hands, a gesture that seemed considerate of her.
"Forget it, forget it, that batch is too strong. I'm afraid you can't handle it, and you might lose your composure in front of others..."
"I am a respected Chief God. What haven't I seen! Could I possibly be scared of a jug of your wine?"
The Goddess of the Hearth, feeling slighted, suddenly bristled.
Seemingly daunted by Hestia's boldness, Luo En couldn't help respecting her.
"Lady Goddess is quite brave..."
"Kidding me, I'm super brave, okay!"