During her time in Yunteng, Xiao Xian had never been exposed to alcohol, but once after dinner, when the old man was feeling merry, he dipped the tip of his chopstick into some wine and let Xiao Xian have a taste. With just one taste, the little girl developed a liking for it. She dared not drink openly, but she found herself lingering around her grandfather's wine glass more often after meals.
The peanuts fried in vegetable oil, with their crisp red husks, filled her mouth with a fragrant flavor, satisfying Xiao Xian's craving, "Grandpa, what is wine made from?"
"It's made by fermenting rice. Didn't your Sister-in-law Lian take some rice at the end of last year, saying that she was going to steam the rice to make wine? Didn't she also give you a few rice dumplings to feed you, you little glutton?" Zhu Shijun saw Xiao Xian drooling over his wine glass, picked up his chopstick, and dabbed it on her tongue.
