Fugui scrubbed the back of the sky-pot clean, dried it with a clean cloth, then hoisted it up with all his might, setting it steadily atop the steaming rack. After carefully adjusting its position, he poured three buckets of water into the pot.
This was back-breaking work. Lin Zezu stood by, directing Fugui’s efforts while the others watched. Since Fugui hadn't asked for help, no one dared to interfere, mostly because none of them knew what the next step was.
Xiong Danran was growing restless. He kept twitching his nose at the alluring aroma of the liquor, his mouth practically watering. Over the past few days, Lin Zezu had been fussing around the house with Fugui, and it had never occurred to him that the lad might actually be capable of brewing good liquor. Lin Zezu noticed Xiong Danran’s restlessness and chuckled to himself.
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