Xia ruofei's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, he had an idea."Uncle Wester, can you give me two barrels of the fermented grape juice?"
Old Wester was stunned for a moment and said,""Xia, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, but the entire winery is yours. It's definitely not a problem if you want two barrels of grape juice ... But the fermentation process requires strict control of the temperature. If I give it to you ... The grape juice will definitely become extremely sour in the end, and that would be a waste!"
Xia ruofei chuckled."Uncle Wester, you don't have to worry about that. Anyway, we've produced so much this year. At most, we'll waste two barrels. Just take it as I've finished it myself ..."