As they were talking, Cheng Qingsu quickly rushed over.
With swift hands, she grabbed the last jar of three-hundred-year-old Nu'er Hong from the table.
"Haha! This jar is mine!" Cheng Qingsu said triumphantly.
"Hmm? Cheng Qingsu, what are you doing?" At this moment, Cheng Tianxue and the others came out of the restroom.
"Sis, it's the last two jars of Grandpa's three-hundred-year-old Nu'er Hong! If you miss this chance, there won't be another!" Cheng Qingsu said with a grin.
"Ah! Really the last two jars of Grandpa's treasured Nu'er Hong?" Cheng Tianxue exclaimed.
"Yes! One jar of Nu'er Hong, one jar of Monkey Wine from Grandpa's collection. Once they're gone, there won't be any more of such good wine." Cheng Qingsu said.
"Well done!" Cheng Tianxue praised with a smile.
With that, the group of women sat down at the dining table.
Cheng Qingsu opened the wine jar and began pouring wine for the group of women.
