"Good grief."
Both hands reached out to snatch the bottle of liquor from the second uncle Lu's hand, but Xie Dahu was quicker and held it tightly in his arms.
Xie Jianye shouted anxiously, "Be careful not to drop it. These things sell for eight yuan a bottle at the supply and marketing cooperative and are often out of stock. Damn, how many years has it been since I tasted this? When we had the celebration feast, there were dozens of people and only one bottle, and it took ages for my luck to come to get just a little taste, a flavor I'll never forget for my entire life."
"You've tasted it," Dahu retorted, "I didn't even get a sip, who should I cry to? No, tonight, I'll have to invite brother Lu and his wife for dinner at my house, just the three of us. There's not much liquor, not enough for so many people." Xie Dahu held onto the bottle even tighter, fearing it would be shared among others.
