For dinner, Yang Xiuqin made local specialties for Lv Beiguang.
"It's okay, can you get used to it?"
"It's okay, but not quite adapted. Xiuxiu, is there any wine at home? I think the wine brewed from the water and grain here should be different."
"Yes, I'll get it for you. These were all brewed by my grandfather. It's been many years."
Yang Xiuqin brought out a jug of two jin of wine from the cellar.
Lv Beiguang was immediately captivated when he opened it. "This is good wine, absolutely good wine. Actually, the temperature here is more suitable for brewing wine."
He poured himself a small cup, and the hefty taste was something he couldn't brew himself.
"Xiuxiu, is there a whole jug that hasn't been opened? Let's take it back and give it to Old Han. I think if possible, this is the best place to brew wine.
Actually, brewing this kind of wine in the Northeast is a bit wasteful."
Yang Xiuqin was willing to do this. If it's really possible, they could move back as a family.
