C197 Chapter 197

Liu Wenmei didn’t hesitate. She set down her basket and pulled out the wine inside—seven kinds of fruit wine, about 3.5 ounces of each.

Huang Honghai frowned when he saw the small flasks she’d used. “Wenmei, aren’t you being a little stingy? Who’s that supposed to be enough for?”

“Come on, Old Huang, the kid did the right thing,” Shen Nanxing said, taking a bottle, popping it open