But he still asked, "Uncle Mao went to Switzerland, right?"
Ning Yi nodded perfunctorily, then turned to look around, "Did you drink the XO I brought you last time?"
Ning Youguang pursed his lips and smiled, "No, we didn't."
Ning Yi's eyes lit up.
Ning Youguang promptly crushed his fantasy, "Forget about XO, Lafite, Maotai, and Wuliangye, I'll warm up a bottle of Huadiao from our hometown for you."
"Alright, alright," Ning Yi laughed heartily.
Having some wine is better than none.
...
Kitchen.
"What are you looking for?" Shi Wangyue asked when she saw Ning Youguang enter the kitchen and start rummaging through the cabinets.
"Do we still have the Huadiao that Daidai sent us last time?"
"There's still two bottles left," Shi Wangyue remembered clearly, "They're in the second cabinet to your left."
"My dad wants to drink," Ning Youguang said, after taking out a jar of aged Huadiao from the cabinet, and pouted at Shi Wangyue.
