Zhao Moqing said, "Brother, you're just on time. We're just serving the dishes."
Zhao Moyun smiled and said, "That's good. After a busy day, I'm starving."
Lin Fen also greeted them. "Everyone sit down. Xiao Lin is making fish. It's almost ready."
After the group arrived at the table, Zhao Moyun saw the bottle of medicinal wine that Qin Lin had brought out. "Is it that wine again? Dad, shall we have a drink?"
He had drunk the wine before and naturally knew what effects it had.
"Yes." Zhao Xianhong nodded when he saw the wine.
The last time his daughter and son-in-law moved, he knew the effect of this wine after drinking it. Even though he was old and weak, he was still very enthusiastic about his wife after returning home.
Father and son poured a cup.
"Eh, this wine is different from last time." Zhao Moyun couldn't help but be surprised.
