Chapter 1198 - 1200: Hired a Wine-Making Master_1

However, after dinner, the two children couldn’t help but surround Ye Zi’an again.

"Daddy, draw me, draw me!"

Lele didn’t say it like Yangyang did, but his eyes also showed a hopeful look.

Ye Zi’an shook his head helplessly, told the children to wait and went to his study. When he returned, he had a bound booklet in his hand.

"Here you go, find yourselves and see if you have good eyesight!"

He handed the booklet to Yangyang and went off to drink his tea.

"Wow..." Little Yangyang exclaimed after taking the booklet, "It’s me, it’s me!" pointing at one of the children in a blue robe.

"It’s Lele!" He pointed at another in a white robe and declared.

Upon hearing this, Lele lightly smacked his hand, "Call him brother!"

"Oh!" Yangyang promptly responded, "Brother, it’s Mom!"

A woman in pink robes sat to one side, holding a book, smiling as she watched the two dumplings in front play.

"That’s Daddy!" Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia also leaned in to look. It was Ye Zi’an, cradling a toddler in one arm while she stood beside him, her gaze filled with laughter, just as on the day they had arrived in Mianyang.

"When did you draw this? You hid it so well, I had no idea."

"Yeah, yeah, I had no idea." Yangyang mimicked his mother’s words, nodding repeatedly.

"I drew it during my free time. I originally wanted to wait until they were older to give it to them as a gift, but these two were so impatient." Thinking of this, he gestured to Lele, "Do you really still want to learn to draw?"

"I want to learn!" Lele nodded earnestly.

"And what about Yangyang?"

"Huh?" Yangyang was still engrossed in the album and hadn’t heard what Daddy had asked him.

Seeing his bewildered look, Ye Zi’an asked again, "Do you want to learn how to draw this?" pointing to the album.

To his surprise, Yangyang shook his head vigorously, "No learning, no learning!"

"Why not?" Now it was Ye Zi’an’s turn to be curious.

"I want to fly!" This statement reached Yang Chuxia’s ears and was immediately interpreted as "I want to go to the sky."

"Pfft..."

Ye Zi’an’s expression instantly cracked, "Son, that idea is too hard. Your daddy doesn’t have wings like a little bird."

"Mommy will take me!"

"I can’t take you either, you’ll have to figure it out yourself."

Thus, in the journey of Little Yangyang’s growth, one of the issues that troubled him for many years was how to fly?

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One day, Yang Chuxia was in the mansion, discussing with a wine master how to make fruit wine.

She wasn’t doing this for herself, but for the people of Mianyang.

Recently, she had gone out and noticed that there were quite a few fruit trees in Mianyang, and according to Brother An’s words, there were many fruit trees throughout Jiangsu as well.

But these fruit trees had not brought much profit to Mianyang, not even earning much pocket change, because almost every household had a few fruit trees. When you took yours out to sell, other families had their own, so who would want to buy yours?

As for the wealthy families, they were big households that owned their own farms and orchards elsewhere, and they looked down on the few fruits grown at your doorstep.

She wondered if it would be possible to turn these fruits into the kind of fruit wines modern people enjoy, as they currently had persimmons and pomegranates which were definitely fermentable.

However, she didn’t know how to make wine, so she invited a master winemaker to teach her and to explore together how to use fruit to make wine.

The wine master was found through the Jiang Family. Thinking about the future, she expected they would have to collaborate with the Jiang Family if it were to be successful. Besides, people from the Jiang Family were trustworthy, and she felt at ease working with them.