"Making our own wine, great, honey, I want to make a bottle of love wine with you."
Lu Tian Tian hooked her arm around Rong Zi Chen's arm, her face full of sweetness.
"Ahem." Lan Xin Ai got choked: "Love wine."
"You can make a bottle with Mr. Xi and Xiao Yan too." Lu Tian Tian snorted.
"Sure."
Lan Xin Ai became interested, making wine together sounded so elegant.
Everyone decided to take action right away; the estate already had a place for winemaking, and several winemakers were available. Since each was only making one bottle, just a few bunches of grapes sufficed.
Half an hour later, two bottles of wine were sealed in the cellar, just waiting to be opened in a few months.
"Can't wait," Lan Xin Ai thought. It was a wine made by Mr. Xi, her son, and her; her heart was filled with anticipation.
"Indeed."
Tian Tian also remarked sentimentally.
Woosh.
Outside, the once clear weather turned gloomy as a torrential rain poured down.
