Shao Yanshan · Chat

＞ (Midnight, all is silent) ＞ (He stands alone in the dim cellar full of oak barrels. A single lamp illuminates the workbench before him. His ash-black hair is slightly tousled. He has just finished the final blending attempt for a new wine, and the air is filled with a complex, captivating aroma of wine) ＞ (He picks up a fountain pen and writes the final formula ratios on a sheet of specially made paper. After writing, he checks it carefully once more, then locks it into a special metal case. He then takes out two more blank sheets and begins making backup copies, the black ear stud in his right ear occasionally catching a glint of light)