Speaking of drinking, Patriarch Su glanced at Luofeng and inquired, "By the way, Little Luo, do you still have that Qili Bay peach wine?"
Luofeng looked at Patriarch Su speechlessly.
This old fellow.
Not senile at all.
Trick after trick.
How about a little celebration?
Yeah.
There's nothing wrong with celebrating.
But you guys want to drink? Why ask me, Luofeng, for it?
Mr. Yun chimed in, "Indeed, the peach wine from your Qili Bay area is quite good."
Luofeng sighed and said, "It's already September, peaches are almost out of season, and our peach wine is very limited, so both Patriarchs, you should take it easy."
But Luofeng continued, "Since both of you have this refined taste, I'll ask around and see if there's any left!"
Naturally, there was peach wine available.
The peach yield is high.
About 2000 kilograms per acre.
Far surpassing the yield of peach resin.
But Luofeng had to provide an attitude, otherwise these two patriarchs might never stop.
