He raised his wine jar and clinked it against Yang Ge's, "It's rare for you to leave your nest, so let's talk about something cheerful. Who knows when Xiang will be able to come back once he leaves, and who knows when we'll be able to drink together again."
Yang Ge raised his wine jar and clinked it against Xiang Wudi and Li Jincheng's, forcing a smile, "That's true, drink up!"
Xiang Wudi: "How come when you say something nice, it sounds so unpleasant... glug glug."
Yang Ge, exhaling wine fumes, laughed heartily, "Where are you planning to go first on this trip?"
As soon as they brought up the topic, Xiang Wudi's eyes lit up and he said without hesitation, "Luzon Island!"
Hearing this familiar name, Yang Ge was stunned, "How did you think to go there?"
Xiang Wudi: "What else? The Mr. Chen from Fuzhou who got the sweet potatoes from Luzon Island, didn't you say they could save countless people from famine? I'm going over there to see if they have any other good stuff!"