"Xiaoliu, is the wine ready?" Shen Yibin asked, his eyes shining. He was practically drooling as he spoke. From the very first day Xiaoliu stuffed fruit into the tree hollow, Shen Yibin had been looking forward to this moment.
"SQUEAK! SQUEAK!" Xiaoliu stood on a branch, gesturing with its hands. It took Shen Yibin a while to understand what it meant. "You need a pot to get the wine, right? Just a second, I'll go get it for you right away!" After speaking, Shen Yibin dashed into the kitchen. He had prepared the wine set long ago.
A moment later, Shen Yibin came out holding a large box containing a full wine set. He opened the box, took out a wide-mouthed wine pot, and stood by the railing, stretching his arm out to hand it to Xiaoliu. Xiaoliu climbed a few steps down the trunk, took the pot from Shen Yibin's hand, and stuffed it into the tree hollow. It fiddled around for a long time but didn't take it back out.
