Wan Jiayuan set his handbag aside and sat down, "Abbot, I even brought my mother's photo with me today. Would you like to take another look?"
There was a sense of urgency in his voice as he got straight to the point without beating around the bush.
"There's no need for that," Jiangli turned to Xia Xin, "Go get the bowl of water I prepared."
Xia Xin was taken aback, "A bowl of water?"
Jiangli frowned, "It's in the courtyard, by the well."
Xia Xin murmured to himself, wondering when his ancestor had prepared it.
But he didn't dare to question it and when he went out to look, sure enough, there was a bowl by the well in the courtyard.
However, it seemed that the bowl didn't contain just water, but alcohol instead.
Curious, Xia Xin took the bowl and returned to the side hall, "Ancestor, I've brought it."
He gingerly placed the bowl on the table.
Wan Jiayuan caught a whiff of alcohol, "Abbot, is this alcohol? What are you going to do with it?"
