"I haven't had time to pick it up yet."
"Don't have time? The longer the wine is, the more mellow it will be. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you had time to name it?"
"...I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened."
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days and is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine stored in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishment with age, indeed no drink can compare.
Even if you put Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will still taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink it."
"how?"
"Look at you, you haven't recovered from your illness yet, and you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn't have skinned me."
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, your face is pale and fragile. If anything happens to you after drinking, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
"..."
"You eat more food, and when you're well, we'll get drunk again."
Nan Xiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
"Hey, okay."
She had said that she was not sick many times in the past few days, and she felt that there was no difference between saying it or not.
"That's right, I don't want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang right after I come back."
"Are you afraid of my father?"
Nan Xiang glanced at him: "There are few people in the entire capital who are not afraid of your father."
Although she hadn't seen him, she had heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all said that Xiang Minghou was more intimidating than when he was a general.
"My dad is actually very easy to get along with."
Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.
The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply ingrained in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.
After finishing the meal, the night had completely fallen.
Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink... good wine, drink..."
……——
"I haven't had time to pick it up yet."
"Don't have time? The longer the wine is, the more mellow it will be. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you had time to name it?"
"...I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened."
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days and is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine stored in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishment with age, indeed no drink can compare.
Even if you put Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will still taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink it."
"how?"
"Look at you, you haven't recovered from your illness yet, and you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn't have skinned me."
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, your face is pale and fragile. If anything happens to you after drinking, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
"..."
"You eat more food, and when you're well, we'll get drunk again."
Nan Xiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
"Hey, okay."
She had said that she was not sick many times in the past few days, and she felt that there was no difference between saying it or not.
"That's right, I don't want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang right after I come back."
"Are you afraid of my father?"
Nan Xiang glanced at him: "There are few people in the entire capital who are not afraid of your father."
Although she hadn't seen him, she had heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all said that Xiang Minghou was more intimidating than when he was a general.
"My dad is actually very easy to get along with."
Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.
The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply ingrained in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.
After finishing the meal, the night had completely fallen.
Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink... good wine, drink..."
"I haven't had time to pick it up yet."
"Don't have time? The longer the wine is, the more mellow it will be. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you had time to name it?"
"...I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened."
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days and is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine stored in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishment with age, indeed no drink can compare.
Even if you put Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will still taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink it."
"how?"
"Look at you, you haven't recovered from your illness yet, and you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn't have skinned me."
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
"..."
"You eat more food, and when you're well, we'll get drunk again."
Nan Xiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
"Hey, okay."
She had said that she was not sick many times in the past few days, and she felt that there was no difference between saying it or not.
"That's right, I don't want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang right after I come back."
"Are you afraid of my father?"
Nan Xiang glanced at him: "There are few people in the entire capital who are not afraid of your father."
Although she hadn't seen him, she had heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all said that Xiang Minghou was more intimidating than when he was a general.
"My dad is actually very easy to get along with."
Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.
The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply ingrained in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.
After finishing the meal, the night had completely fallen.
Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink... good wine, drink..."
"I haven't had time to pick it up yet."
"Don't have time? The longer the wine is, the more mellow it will be. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you had time to name it?"
"...I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened."
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days and is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine stored in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishment with age, indeed no drink can compare.
Even if you put Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will still taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink it."
"how?"
"Look at you, you haven't recovered from your illness yet, and you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn't have skinned me."
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, you look pale and weak. If you drink anything bad, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
"..."
"You eat more food, and when you're well, we'll get drunk again."
Nan Xiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
"Hey, okay."
She had said that she was not sick many times in the past few days, and she felt that there was no difference between saying it or not.
"That's right, I don't want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang right after I come back."
"Are you afraid of my father?"
Nan Xiang glanced at him: "There are few people in the entire capital who are not afraid of your father."
Although she hadn't seen him, she had heard a lot of rumors in the past few days, and they all said that Xiang Minghou was more intimidating than when he was a general.
"My dad is actually very easy to get along with."
Nan Xiang said nothing, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Ye Qianning was helpless and found it funny.
The reputation and rumors of Xiang Minghou were deeply ingrained in the hearts of these children in the capital. The fear they had when they were young was the most deeply rooted in their hearts, causing them to linger even when they grow up.
After finishing the meal, the night had completely fallen.
Nan Xiang was holding the wine bottle and was drunk from the alcohol, lying on the table: "Drink... good wine, drink..."
"I haven't had time to pick it up yet."
"Don't have time? The longer the wine is, the more mellow it will be. I think your wine is a few years old. How many years have you had time to name it?"
"...I forgot about it after sealing the altar. Not long after it was opened, I forgot about it as many things happened."
The wine has only been brewed for less than ten days and is made from pure fruit wine.
The wine stored in the space is worth a year.
When it comes to nourishment with age, indeed no drink can compare.
Even if you put Immortal Drunken into the space for a few days, it will still taste a little different when you take it out and drink it.
Nan Xiang nodded slightly, looked up and saw Ye Qianning holding a cup to drink, her eyes widened again: "Wait a minute."
Ye Qianning paused, his eyes confused.
Nan Xiang had already stood up and raised his hand to take the wine glass from her hand: "You can't drink it."
"how?"
"Look at you, you haven't recovered from your illness yet, and you still drink? If Uncle Xiang knew about it, he wouldn't have skinned me."
Ye Qianning couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I'm not sick."
"Look in the mirror, your face is pale and fragile. If anything happens to you after drinking, I can't bear it." Nan Xiang held the wine glass, sat back down, and raised his hand to carry the wine bottle to his side.
"..."
"You eat more food, and when you're well, we'll get drunk again."
Nan Xiang considerately brought her some vegetables.
"Hey, okay."
She had said that she was not sick many times in the past few days, and she felt that there was no difference between saying it or not.
"That's right, I don't want to be targeted by Uncle Xiang right after I come back."
"Are you afraid of my father?"
Nan Xiang glanced at him: "There are few people in the whole capital who are not afraid of your father." (End of Chapter)
