"Hey? Sister Ruan, come down here, the Immortal Orange Wine I've brewed is ready, planning to deliver it to the two elders." Qin Yang said.
"It's good you still remember, Grandpa and Grandpa Ding talk about your Immortal Orange Wine every day, especially Grandpa Ding. Although his health is much better now, he can't drink the usual wines anymore and always feels they're tasteless."
On the other end of the phone, Ruan Xinxue laughed and said.
"Hehe, come down here, I'll go with you to deliver it."
"Hmm, I'll call Grandpa Ding first to tell him the good news." Ruan Xinxue said with a smile.
After three minutes, Ruan Xinxue walked out of the company.
Qin Yang and Ruan Xinxue went to the military district, where they divided three jars of Immortal Orange Wine among Grandpa Ding, Grandpa Ruan and the military district commander Tang Aiguo. They kept one jar for themselves and drank it with Sister Ruan and the little cool girl.
