Wang Yan opened the door for him and let him in.
Zhao Hui quickly stood up. "Then eat your fill tonight, Uncle. We can have a few drinks!"
Mrs. Zhao called out from the kitchen, "When you head home tonight, take some of the wild soft-shelled turtle with you!"
His older sister had always taken good care of him, so the uncle didn't stand on ceremony. Wild soft-shelled turtles were hard to come by these days.
The uncle sat down, glanced at the liquor on the table, and said, "Maotai again? We're all family here. There's no need to be so extravagant!"
Mr. Zhao said, "It's fine, let's just drink this. We drink it so often that we're used to it. I can hardly drink anything else now!"
The uncle said sheepishly, "I've gotten used to this stuff too. I just can't bring myself to drink it!"
Zhao Hui had given his uncle two cases of Maotai last time, but he still hadn't brought himself to open them. He'd heard that a full, sealed case was worth more money.
