Yu Zichuan sat down with a dark expression.
Meng Qianqian curved her lips slightly and asked Uncle Yu, "Uncle Yu, have you run into some trouble?"
"Ah."
Uncle Yu let out a long sigh. "The boy's mother and I moved to the Capital City two months ago, and we still haven't figured out what kind of business to start."
Meng Qianqian said, "I heard from Yu Zichuan that the Yu Family used to run a winery."
Uncle Yu nodded. "Yes, indeed. The Yu Family has been making wine according to an ancestral recipe for many years. Unfortunately, the flavor of our wine relies on the local spring water, and without it, the taste just isn't the same."
Meng Qianqian suddenly understood. "Ah, I see."
Uncle Yu sighed in frustration. "But aside from winemaking, I don't know any other trade."
Meng Qianqian thought for a moment and softly asked, "Uncle Yu, have you considered making medicinal wine?"
"Medicinal wine?"
