Without the slightest appetite, Yan Fei took his herbs and headed directly to Old Ma's house in town, where the liquor is brewed.
In the past, his grandpa used to drink. A few days ago, he bought some distiller's grains there. So, Yan Fei was quite familiar with the Ma family.
The Ma family's front door was typically left open during the day. Yan Fei, without any hesitation, walked inside. Upon entering, he sensed an unusual atmosphere. In the yard, a small iron pot was tossed aside, its stir-fried vegetables spilling everywhere, and still steaming!
Looking into the main room, he noticed every family member was seated properly. None of the four had a pleasant expression. Old Ma's wife, referred to as Aunt Ma by Yan Fei, was wiping away tears.
Upon seeing a visitor, Aunt Ma wiped her tears, rose from her seat, and forced a smile. She greeted, "Yan Fei, is that you? We haven't made any liquor these past few days, nor do we have any distiller's grains left!"
