In the afternoon, Yang Chen went to the seafood market to buy the freshest white shrimp.
Then, he went to the liquor store to buy a pound of raw liquor.
On the way back, Yang Chen tasted it, took a sip, and it was pretty good.
He remembered when he was in the Guard before, it was particularly cold in winter, and a buddy hid half a pound of raw liquor. A few people took a sip each and finished it all, yet still wanted more.
He soaked the drunk shrimp, then Yang Chen cleaned the crabs he bought and waited.
The kindergarten was out by 4:30 in the afternoon, and the principal tidied up and finished by 5 o'clock.
"Principal, should we invite Uncle Zhang?" Yang Chen asked.
He was referring to Zhang Xingzhou.
Qin Zhiyuan thought for a moment, waved his hand, and said, "Let's not call him this time. We can go another day, as it's in a senior housing community, and it's inconvenient."
"Oh!" Yang Chen nodded.
