"Nice one."
Both hands reached out to snatch the bottle of wine from Second Uncle Lu's grasp, but Xie Dahu was quicker and hugged it to his chest.
Xie Jianye shouted anxiously, "Be careful not to drop it. That thing costs eight yuan a bottle at the supply and marketing cooperative and it's often out of stock. Dammit, how many years has it been since I've tasted this? Back when we had the victory party, with all those dozens of people, we only got one bottle, and I was lucky to get just a tiny sip. That taste, I'll never forget it in my life."
"You've at least had a taste, I didn't even get to wet my lips. Who am I supposed to cry to? No way, tonight I have to invite Brother Lu and his wife to my house for dinner, just the three of us. There's not much wine to go around, how can it be enough for so many people?" Xie Dahu held the bottle even tighter, as if he feared someone else would get a share.
