After Wei Ying finished a jug of Peach Blossom Drunk, he felt unsatisfied.
With raindrops falling, he opened another jug, tilted his head back and drank it all, exclaiming, "Good wine, good wine."
Ye Chen thought, with modern brewing techniques being a thousand times better than before, how could it not taste good?
Lan Zhan watched as Wei Ying emptied the two jugs of wine and felt a bit displeased.
If his uncle were to find out that Wei Ying was drinking in Deep in the Clouds, he would definitely be punished, especially for drinking right in front of him.
Forget it, as long as he doesn't mention it, no one should find out, right?
Lan Zhan thought to himself.
This time, Wei Ying really ate and drank to his heart's content, not only finishing off the two jugs of wine but also consuming all the fried chicken.
"Not bad, not bad, how satisfying," Wei Ying said while gnawing on the last drumstick.
The customer's satisfaction is the greatest encouragement for Ye Chen's work.
