"Big sister, how did you make this distiller's grains? It's so delicious!"
In the Songhe Courtyard, Yan Wenkai dramatically exclaimed.
Daohua sipped the distiller's grains, glanced at her playful fourth brother and her honest third brother guzzling it down, and silently shook her head.
Old Madam Yan saw her looking all serious and gave her a tap on the head, "How come it's only you two? Where are your elder brothers?"
Daohua replied indifferently, "Elder brother and second brother are preoccupied with composing poetry."
Old Madam Yan said, "Since you've opened the distiller's grains, send some to them too."
Daohua put down her bowl, "Grandmother, elder brother and the others are currently enjoying sugar cakes bought from Fuxiang Restaurant. They wouldn't even glance at the distiller's grains. Besides, there isn't much made today, and it might not even be enough for the New Year."
Old Madam Yan gave her a sidelong glance, "Then why did you open it so early?"
