When Zhao Jun returned to the house, the meal was already on the table, but Wang Meilan was in the kitchen scrubbing the pot.
The pot had just been used for smoking, and bits of millet were caked onto the bottom. It was easy to scrub while still hot, but once it cooled, it would be a real pain to clean.
"Son, hurry up and come in to eat."
"Yeah," Zhao Jun replied. He walked into the main room and saw Zhao Youcai, Zhao Hong, and Zhao Na already sitting around the table, eating.
When he saw Zhao Jun come in, Zhao Youcai whispered, "Go on, get me the liquor."
Zhao Jun smiled, went to the cabinet against the wall in the kitchen, and pulled out the liquor jug and a cup.
Wang Meilan saw what he was doing but didn't say a word.
Zhao Jun went back into the room and placed the cup in front of Zhao Youcai. He then unscrewed the lid of the jug and began to pour.
