On the 21st of April, the chill in Yan City had fully dissipated, and people's clothing were becoming increasingly thin.
The cumbersome weight from before was gone.
Zuitingxuan's, due to the incident about the fermented grains, had since turned into a deserted place, whereas Hongfu Building and Baiweizhai were doing increasingly better business.
"Sister Nanzhi." While Nanzhi was checking account books with Uncle Ping, Shen Miaomiao suddenly approached her with a serious expression.
"Miaomiao, weren't you going to purchase wine?" Nanzhi was somewhat astonished to see Shen Miaomiao. With the hot weather recently, their roast skewers business was thriving, and the wine was increasingly in shortage.
Today, looking at the remaining last three jars, she had sent Miaomiao to order wine. How could she return so quickly?
"Sister Nanzhi, that winery...they won't sell us wine anymore." Miaomiao spoke in a rare display of anger.