"Sure is!" Yang Fan nodded and said.
"Our ancestors would probably mind if they drank this. Fourth Aunt, why not let me have it for cheap? I'll get you a few better bottles another day that you can take to honor them."
Fourth Aunt chuckled and said, "If our ancestors drank this, they'd probably blame me for sure. You take it and drink it. There are still several bottles, enough to last you a while."
"My friend has a habit of collecting wine. If you like drinking, I can ask her to send a few more bottles over once you finish these."
As she spoke, her gaze drifted downward, landing on the small tent that Yang Fan had involuntarily pitched. She suddenly smiled slyly, lowered her voice, and said, "I can't help you today, you'll have to figure it out yourself. If you get caught, how am I supposed to continue playing this elder role for you? Just bear with it."
"We could go outside," Yang Fan suggested opportunistically.
