Lin Lan estimated it weighed at least twenty pounds. "This is so much! How much glutinous rice did it take to make all this sweet rice wine?"
Li Xiangyang chuckled and teased her, "My little wine pot, I see everyone in your family knows you love sweet rice wine."
Lin Lan rolled her eyes at him. "That was a long time ago."
Li Xiangyang carried the jar inside and grabbed an enamel mug. He poured it more than half full with sweet rice wine, then fetched two small cups before taking the mug back outside and placing it on the table.
He beamed at Lin Lan. "You've got nothing to do this afternoon. Have a drink and take a nice nap."
Lin Lan picked up a tender romaine lettuce leaf, wrapped a piece of pork belly inside, and offered it to Li Xiangyang. "Try it like this."
Li Xiangyang opened his mouth, but Lin Lan snatched her hand back and popped the wrap into her own. "Hero Li, turnabout is fair play."
