Wan Qiweng knew Zhao Xuran wanted to expand the production of Peach Blossom Wine, and she welcomed it, very warmly indeed.

"Ni Zi, if you don’t go out, don’t socialize, you won’t know, this wine is actually quite good."

Wan Qiweng expressed her love-hate relationship with the wine, "Ever since I started drinking this wine, I feel my overall state has improved significantly."

"Even your uncle thinks I look better."

Even though she knew her man would never do anything to wrong her and their son, the ability to maintain youth and a beautiful face was, of course, something Wan Qiweng cherished.

She didn’t cut back on skincare products, even enduring Zhan Jing’s herbal-smelling face masks, just to keep her face looking good.

She never imagined that simply drinking wine would bring such benefits; who wouldn’t like that?

"It’s just too popular, and a lot of friends are asking for it." Of course, Wan Qiweng wouldn’t let her own supply run low.

Because no matter how good a friend one is, it doesn’t beat having a beautiful face.

What could Gong Ruini do, "I’m just one person, you all know what to do,"

Gong Ruini didn’t want to tire herself out too much; it was too exhausting, "Auntie, no matter how much I make, they will always think it’s not enough."

"We can’t satisfy everyone, so let’s keep them wanting more." Gong Ruini didn’t want to reveal the secret, and she didn’t want to be making Peach Blossom Wine all the time either.

"With the current quantity, I already feel exhausted, and if production must be increased, I’m a bit overwhelmed."

"That’s true." Wan Qiweng could see how busy Gong Ruini was.

Gong Ruini thought about it, they hadn’t realized something crucial, "In three years, I’ll be going abroad, Auntie, shouldn’t you stock up?"

Stock up, Wan Qiweng was stunned, because this item was in high demand, each year’s brew would be consumed by the end of that year.

There had never been stockpiling before, and if Gong Ruini went to the United States to study for a few years, she couldn’t just fly back to make Peach Blossom Wine.

By then, they wouldn’t have any Peach Blossom Wine to drink, what would they do?

Wan Qiweng was completely shocked, although she knew there shouldn’t be any side effects, but if she stopped drinking it for several years, how would her skin fare? It would surely age, and then wrinkles would appear.

Her cheeks wouldn’t be rosy anymore, and she’d become like any other old lady with a dull face.

No matter how many skincare products she used, what was she before? Just slightly better than average, but nothing more.

Wan Qiweng couldn’t help but exclaim, "Ah, Ni Zi, what will we do about our Peach Blossom Wine when you go abroad for schooling?"

"And, Ni Zi, your grape wine is also quite nice."

Oh god, what are we gonna do? Just thinking about leaving Gong Ruini’s homemade fruit wine behind felt like the end of the world for Wan Qiweng.

Gong Ruini was startled by Wan Qiweng’s loud exclamation, she had never known her auntie could produce such a high decibel.

And this had attracted Zhan Jing and the others over.

"What, the Peach Blossom Wine is running out?"

"Isn’t Ni Zi still here?"

It wasn’t just Wan Qiweng who was worried, Zhan Jing and the others were also tense.

Seeing everyone so anxious, Gong Ruini started worrying if they might refuse to let her go abroad just for their Peach Blossom Wine.

The more Gong Ruini thought about it, the more she felt it was a real possibility, forcing her to shrink back a little.

"I am planning to study abroad, and then..." Gong Ruini regretted being so fast-mouthed about it, scaring everyone like that.

Had she known earlier, she would have said it later. Yet, if she said it any later, she really worried they’d ask her to fly back in spring and help make some Peach Blossom Wine.

It wasn’t an impossible thing, but rather a highly possible scenario, as now that many men got rich, their entire disposition would change, and outside temptations would be unrelenting.

Even though people didn’t discuss it at the dinner table, Gong Ruini remembered quite a few of those who worked with Zhao Gang eventually got divorced, resulting in a stable household on the inside while being flirtatious on the outside.

This in turn put a lot of pressure on Zhan Jing and the others, making her Peach Blossom Wine all the more sought after.

"Ahh, how did I forget that?" If Zhan Jing and Cai Meina had some reliance, Miao Cuihua was genuinely worried.

What if Gong Zhuang really starts being unfaithful outside? She’d be devastated. Although now that the kids are all grown up, some things needn’t bother her, she couldn’t ignore it.

Knowing the miraculous effects of Peach Blossom Wine, Miao Cuihua started drinking it every day. Unlike Wan Qiweng, who shared with her friends, Miao Cuihua exclusively retained it for internal distribution.

To gift some to her sister-in-law and niece-in-law, Miao Cuihua had to be very generous.

You could say Miao Cuihua heavily relied on Peach Blossom Wine, the sudden news of potential shortage truly made her anxious.

"This can’t happen." Cai Meina was genuinely shocked, "From this year on, we can’t gift this wine to too many people."

Even when trying to forge and maintain good relations, no network surpasses personal status.

If one grows old and loses beauty, and their place gets taken over by someone else, then, no matter how successful or well-connected her husband is, it’s she who would end up in tears.

"Yes, yes." Zhan Jing wholeheartedly agreed with Cai Meina’s suggestion.

Wan Qiweng, of course, had no objection. Although she knew a lot of people, it wasn’t really important.

Miao Cuihua was even more relieved, her share had to come from Beijing. What if Wan Qiweng socialized a lot, then there’d be less or none left for her,

If reducing the bottles for social engagements meant her own share was secured, it was a relief for Miao Cuihua.

"And we should increase production." Wan Qiweng suggested raising the quantity. "By the way, we can’t give away the Peach Blossom Wine from our yard."

On this point, Wan Qiweng wanted everyone to be on the same page.

"Agreed."

"Seconded."

People often said the wine made from the peaches in their courtyard was the best, but Wan Qiweng couldn’t understand why that was the case.

Although she didn’t know the reason, it didn’t stop them from unanimously deciding not to share the good stuff.

Gong Ruini was there, watching from the sidelines, not related to her, as she knew, they would handle it themselves.

Before long, Wan Qiweng and the others had gathered and shared their plans with Gong Ruini.

Gong Ruini’s task was to nod continuously, remember their requests, and make sure those tasks were accomplished.

While Wan Qiweng and the others weren’t relaxed, although they didn’t intend to send the Peach Blossom Wine around for networking, they understood it couldn’t be avoided, solving this perfectly was quite a challenge for them.