National Style Tavern.
The moment he pushed open the cellar's wooden door, a wave of warm yellow light and the sweet fragrance of persimmons washed over him. Yao Yao was on her tiptoes, wiping a celadon wine jar. The ties of her peach-pink, front-fastening jacket dangled at her waist, swinging in a playful arc with her movements.
For the New Year, she was dressed very festively. Knowing Li Xiang was coming to pick up the wine today, she had been waiting here for him since early in the morning.
"Big Bro~" Yao Yao's voice was syrupy sweet, with a Charm that most people couldn't replicate.
"How's the wine coming along?" Li Xiang asked.
