"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Janet Lewis chastised.
In these deep mountains, it's all barren, how could there possibly be a whole lake of exquisite liquor, and what kind of liquor could make one sleep for three days and nights?
To her, it sounded too absurd, like ancient folk legends passed down through the ages.
"I'm not making it up!" Old Master Rodriguez said solemnly, "I'm not senile yet! I remember clearly, it's just that I was afraid people would say I was talking nonsense, so I never mentioned it to anyone for decades."
"That wine, I treasured for decades, sipping a little every few years, and only finished it a few years ago!"
"I'm not lying to you, that wine was definitely the best I've ever tasted in my life, and that valley is real—it's not ordinary wine, it's Immortal Wine!"
Janet expressed some helplessness, "Dad! Even if it's true, what's the use of saying it now, it can't be found anymore!"
