Yang Yang's grandfather is celebrating his eighty-eighth birthday with a feast? To think they can still do this during the apocalypse means the Yang family must be quite something.
Wait, I should brew some wine! Jing Shu suddenly thought. Whether it's red wine or white spirits, it would be excellent for gifts or for personal enjoyment. Especially during this extreme cold, a little drink each day would keep one wonderfully warm.
As Jing Shu was pondering whether to replant a batch of red table grapes or use rose-scented grapes next, Yang Yang added, "You don't need to worry about Wang Dazhao. He's performed very well. This time, I'm sure to apply for a first-class merit for him, and he'll be officially instated as a Lieutenant in our Armed Police First Team. As for me, I'm about to be promoted from Lieutenant to Lieutenant Colonel."
