The women brought out the dishes one table after another, with cold dishes including dried beancurd sticks, lotus root, peanuts, pig's head meat, beef, deep-fried shrimp, and over a dozen other varieties.
Each table, wishing it could have two pounds of beef.
All the liquor was Wuliangye costing over a thousand yuan per bottle, which in the village was only drunk by esteemed guests hosted by the village chief.
Long Fei told Li Heiwa to buy the expensive stuff, and in Li Heiwa's mind, this 68-degree Wuliangye was the best there was.
During village celebrations, each table's allotted cigarettes were the five-yuan-a-pack Hard Red River.
Long Fei had Li Heiwa switch it directly to the softer Chunghwa, which cost sixty yuan a box.
Normally, it was one box per table, but Long Fei had Li Heiwa hand them out to everyone.
Regardless of men or women, old or young, one box per person.
No matter how frugal one might be outside, back in the village, one absolutely couldn't skimp.
