Standing in front of the cemetery, Old Ye took a cup and poured it into the sandy soil before the grave, then drank a cup himself and poured another for Grandma Shen.
Grandma Shen didn't take it: "I don't drink alcohol."
"Your drinking capacity is better than mine, dare you say you don't drink?" Old Ye forcibly placed the cup at her lips.
Grandma Shen frowned as the fiery liquor touched her lips, poured into her mouth, an unknown taste went down her throat.
Seeing her drink, Old Ye was pleased, he sat cross-legged on the sandy ground in front of the grave, his eyes squinting as he said, "Brother, it's no use blaming me, who told my life to last longer than yours."
Hearing this, Grandma Shen raised her hand and slapped Old Ye on the shoulder: "Is this how you speak?"
