Halfway through dinner, Sophia brought out a bottle of homemade peach blossom wine to share with everyone. “This is our homemade peach blossom wine. It might not be as good as those collector wines, but it has its own unique flavor. Do give it a try!”
Everyone in the room got some, including Sam.
Holding the small glass of peach blossom wine in his hand, a familiar scent suddenly wafted past him and he couldn’t resist drinking the small glass of wine in one go.
The wine was fragrant. It was supposed to taste sweet, but Sam seemed to have tasted something bitter instead.
It was the Johnson Family’s secret peach blossom wine. Sam drank it once a long time ago.
At the time, his name was still Andrea Edwards. He remembered that there was also a small glass of homemade peach blossom wine in front of him. Annabel had opened it, and Cooper had poured it for him.
“Andrea, you’re not an adult yet, so you can’t drink. But, since it’s a happy day today, you can drink some in secret. I won’t tell your parents.”
He remembered tearing up from having tasted the burn of alcohol for the first time.
He did not think that he would get to drink it again over twenty years later.
Seeing Sam finish the drink in one go, Sophia hastily poured him more. “You’re good at holding your alcohol, Master Sam!”
She poured another full glass for him.
Sam wiped his tears away and said in a rather choked-up voice, “The wine is too strong; it’s making me tear up.”
She smiled. “This is our family’s secret recipe. You have to savor it slowly. It will definitely be too strong if you drink it at once.”
He lifted the glass again, and this time, he let the taste sink in.
Somehow, it was different each time he took a sip. It seemed like the wine he drank twenty years ago, but there was also a new flavor to it.
After he finished the second glass, he lifted the empty glass and Sophia automatically brought the bottle of wine to him and poured another full glass for him.
With the glass in his hand, he asked, “This is pretty good wine. Did you make it yourself?”
Sophia also took a sip herself. “Yeah, I made it myself.”
She grew up in her uncle’s house. Her uncle was a teacher, and her aunt sold pot-stewed dishes and their homemade wine at the market for a living.
It went without saying that Sophia also had to help out. On some occasions, she had to wake up very early in the morning to set up the stall and finish selling everything off before she could go to school. There was a small wine-making workshop at their house. In middle school, she was dragged home from school and forced to work for half a year. Luckily, she was able to complete her studies. The principal of her school could not bear to see a young person like her work tirelessly, so he let her return to school to continue her studies.
According to her aunt, Annabel was still the best at making wine.
Her aunt had always cursed Annabel in front of her and said that Annabel secretly possessed the Johnson Family’s wine formula. Hence, their wine was unfavorable to people and caused their business to go bad. In the end, they had to close their workshop.
Sam was in a good mood today. He drank several glasses in a row. By the end of the night, he even wanted a bottle to take home.
Michael, who was drinking, cursed at him on the inside, This old geezer. He eats and drinks our food, and now he wants to take our alcohol home too. Go to hell!
Sophia came back out with various wines like peach blossom wine and apricot blossom wine. They seemed to be popular with everyone. Lucy also asserted that she wanted one for herself.
The pet club that Sophia set up on the island had received a lot of attention—so much so that Lucy had heard of the pet luxury goods brand that Sophia wanted to come up with, but she chose not to bring it up.
That was because she was confident that Sophia was not her rival. She did not have a reason to fear her existence!
The seafood barbecue turned out to be a success; everyone ate and drank to their hearts’ content. Michael brought out a premium red wine from his collection at home. On top of Sophia’s wine, everyone was already drunk before they even finished eating.
Sam, in particular, was not walking straight anymore. In all these years, it was the first time he had gotten that drunk.
When he was drunk, all he could see was Annabel in front of him.
Sophia looked like Annabel, and even Linus was slowly starting to look like her.
Fearing that Sam would cause a scene, Lucy quickly brought him back to his room. Once the Edwards were gone, Sophia let herself loose. Not only did she start to drink more peach blossom wine, but she also started to talk gibberish.
Michael held her and said, “Okay, that’s enough. Let’s not drink anymore. You’re drunk.”
Look at how drunk she is…
He was also feeling a bit tipsy. Am I a bad person?
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