Gu Qingyao took out two bottles of baijiu.
Elder Sun and Elder Zhou prefered baijiu, but Elder Yang was different. He was looking forward to something else, "Hehehe, girl, you said there will be whisky or wine. Take it out for me! I prepared something good for you."
Gu Qingyao's lips twitched, "Grandpa Yang, you really love whisky and wine?"
Elder Yang said miserably, "I spent a few years overseas when I was young, and I fell in love with whisky and wine. I really love that.
"I could still get some when my family was wealthy. Look at the current situation. I have no chance to get them anymore."
Gu Qingyao took out a bottle of wine from her basket. She remembered that Elder Yang mentioned he loved it.
He did not even care about the mutton soup anymore when he saw the wine. He immediately reached out to grab it.
Gu Qingyao raised her brows and dodged.
Elder Yang panicked, "Girl, let me take a sip!"