Honest version:
Every pot of wine she brewed contained a drop of tears belonging to all living beings. Everyone who drank it said that they felt a kind of emotion and desire from the wine. So one drink after another, I wish I could die drunk. However, she never asked them what kind of love it was, and what kind of desire it was.
Later, Jiuquxingjun told her to take a trip to the mortal world. Take a trip and maybe you'll understand.
Happy version:
This is a BG article where both male and female pigs are a bit BT. . .
Conception: