"Yawn~"
"..."
"Yila"
"Sir?"
"..."
"Nothing, I'm listening…"
Yila said this, looking at the flourishing forest in front of him, rubbing his eyes, "These White Ball Fruit Trees were transplanted, right? They seem to have taken root quite well?"
The two little fairies, worried about Yila's condition, glanced at each other but decided to say nothing. They responded to each other:
"Some died"
"But Lady Vera"
"Produced some"
"Formed"
"A White Ball Fruit Forest"
"..."
Yila nodded and couldn't help but yawn again. He then looked at the busy White Ball Monkeys, who were adding yeast to containers. The rotten White Ball Fruit would turn into preliminary wine under the action of the yeast.
Then it could be distilled.
"Were there any difficulties in training the White Ball Monkeys?"
Yila asked this. He came to check the status of the White Ball Wine industry chain. In the afternoon, he still had to check the renovation situation of the Demon Pool and the leveling of the roads.
