"It's this smell, the hangover medicine made from Pueraria Root," Mrs. Zeng, who often had to socialize, had previously prepared Dendrobium Powder at home, but if you drank too much, you'd feel drained, so they switched to a folk remedy using Pueraria Root powder.
"Pueraria Root doesn't have this smell, this is the smell of wheat. Our village's new flour smells just like this. I've never heard of anyone using flour to cure a hangover," Xiao Xian, enduring the alcohol smell from Mrs. Zeng by her side, felt uncomfortable from the fumes.
"You're right, it's not the smell of alcohol, you're trying to deceive me," Mrs. Zeng's tongue was tied as she spoke with a drunken slur.
"Let me taste it," Zhang Yiyi took over the teacup, took a sip, and assessed the aftertaste, "Mmm, it's very similar to the Mai Le Essence I've had before, but it seems to have a flour smell."
