"How come there's still a bone on the floor that hasn't been cleaned up?" He Fusheng muttered to himself and kicked the bone aside.
When he was ready to fill a pot with water from the water tank to boil, he suddenly found that the bottle of Maotai on the windowsill was missing.
That bottle of liquor is not just any ordinary kind.
He had heard that only wealthy people and high-ranking officials could drink it.
Brother Qin had always treasured it, and now he had given it to him. He couldn't bear to drink it on ordinary days, and had only brought it out today because it was a happy occasion.
A few people only drank half the bottle, and there was still half left. How did it just disappear?
"Wife! Wife!" He Fusheng shouted loudly.
Liang Xiuzhu heard her husband's call and hurriedly came out of the house, jogging to the kitchen in the yard: "What's the matter? Why are you shouting like that?"
"Where's the wine? Where did you put my wine?" He Fusheng asked.
