Jing Yi said unhappily, "Where's mine?"
Wei Ting said, "You're still young. You can't drink."
Jing Yi frowned. "I'm 19!"
Wei Ting glanced at him and said, "Not yet. You're all still wet behind the ears."
With that, he uncorked the bottle.
Jing Yi snatched his wine bag. "I insist on drinking!"
Wei Ting clicked his tongue in disdain and took out the third wine bag from the food box.
"You have more?"
Jing Yi frowned bitterly. "You tricked me."
Wei Ting said seriously, "This is called family joy."
Jing Yi said, "Draw your sword."
Su Xiaoxiao said to Ling Yun, "Eat while it's hot. It won't taste good later."
Ling Yun opened his mouth.
The three little ones sat obediently on their small futons and looked at him.
Ling Yun struggled for a moment before picking up the bowl and eating slowly.
