"The food is served!" Old Chu brought out a plate of dishes.
Then, one by one, a large table was filled with food.
After all the dishes were served, everyone sat down and raised their glasses to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
As dusk fell, the lights came on in the courtyard.
Chu Yang and Lao Chu had each drunk two bottles of Moutai.
He knew he couldn't outdrink his father; after all, his talent was inherited, and he couldn't compare to the seasoned veteran, Old Chu.
It can be considered that it was suppressed by bloodline.
Tony stopped them from drinking, not because he was afraid they would get drunk, but because he was worried that the wine was too expensive.
Zhou Yang couldn't drink alcohol because he was still recovering, so he could only drink pineapple beer with Shen Li.
After the meal, the table was cleared, and the moon worship began.
Facing the direction where the full moon rises, a table is filled with offerings, along with paper money and paper effigies, and incense sticks are lit.
Then we started drinking tea and admiring the moon.
The countryside is very quiet at night, with the occasional sounds of frogs croaking and insects chirping.
The moon in the sky hung high like a bright lamp, casting a moonlit glow over the tranquil village.
Around 8 o'clock, Grandma slowly stood up; she was going to go to sleep.
She said mysteriously to Chu Yang, "Grandson, come with Grandma!"
Chu Yang stepped forward and helped her walk into the house.
Upon entering the room, Grandma rummaged through several drawers and pulled out a rusty biscuit tin.
Chu Yang thought she was going to give him some kind of treasure, like a family heirloom or an ancient jade.
Grandma took two small, square paper bags, like spice packets, out of the tin box and handed them to him with great care.
"Grandson, these are treasures that Grandma has kept for many years. I know you young people don't want to have children so soon, so take these two and use them. This is all Grandma can do for you."
Chu Yang was taken aback. What did that mean?
I glanced at the small paper bag and immediately felt terrible.
...stop the elves.
Production date... 1982!!
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