Xu Le was packing the prepared ingredients into a takeaway box. Xu Zhexian squatted down and rummaged through the cupboard at his feet.
"That's impossible. The Maotai I've collected for more than ten years must be sitting in the kitchen."
Xu Le's hand trembled as he lifted the lotus leaves on the jar to take a look. He said, "You still have to drive later. It won't be convenient to return later if you drink and we still have to find a designated driver. It will be quite troublesome…"
"It's okay. Your mother always drives in our family."
