Luo Binghe has never seen this beverage either.¹ Queen Janet is giving him the full tour of her world's spirits. She hands him a glass; it turns out to be as pink as a peach blossom², with a mildly sour, yeasty flavor. The wine doesn't sting his throat like Janet's old-fashioned drink. Instead, it warms him from the center of his chest, making everything soft and woozy around the edges.

"What about at the mansion?" he says, thinking of Shen Qingqiu. "Has anyone drawn your interest here?"

¹They had grape wine in ancient China, but Luo Binghe is from Stupid Fantasy Ancient China, where they only have the most cliché Ancient China-seeming stuff.
²See? Now that's a xianxia-appropriate reference.