Not a small background (1)

"Brother Zhao, you go with Wu Qiang first. I'll pack my luggage and find some wine!" Xia ruofei said.

Zhao Yongjun treated Xia ruofei's place like his own home. He smiled and said,""Alright! Hurry up! The liquor worm in my stomach has been hooked!"

After Zhao Yong Jun went to the backyard, Xia ruofei took out five bottles of Drunken Eight Immortals from the medium. They were all aged wine that he had stored in the medium since the beginning. They were much better than the best Drunken Eight Immortals sold in the market.

He only had 20 to 30 bottles of this wine left. For the past half a year, he had been busy with his business. At most, he would routinely store the new wine that the winery sent to the warehouse every month into the storage space, and then hand over the wine that had been nourished by the spiritual energy of the storage space to the winery. He did not have any wine left for himself.