Granny Zhu bought ten pounds of bayberries from Grandma Lin to make Bayberry Wine.
After washing the bayberries, she put them in a sealed glass container, covered them with white liquor, added sugar, and in a few months, it would be ready to drink.
Wen Changling watched from the side.
The head nurse's call came in.
"Changling."
There was silence for a moment before the head nurse said with a heavy tone, "Yan Cong has," he paused, "been transferred to our hospice ward."
The hospice ward had another name, the terminal ward. Those transferred to the hospice ward were people whose names Yama, the King of Hell, had already written down.
"I know."
Wen Changling hung up the phone and continued to watch Granny Zhu make wine while squatting with the family's tabby cat.
Granny Zhu had prepared three glass jars. Looking at the leftover liquor, she said, "There's a bit too much liquor left, Changling, help me get some more bayberries."
Wen Changling remained squatting without moving.
