Boss Chang, despite all his soft and hard persuading, didn't manage to get that much alcohol, but Loach Brother woke up in the middle of the night and pushed his wife aside, getting out of bed on tiptoe like a thief.
Tip-toeing out of the bedroom, he sneakily picked up his fishing gear and cautiously opened the fridge, treating a bag of sweet rice wine mash inside like a treasure.
After that, in the dead of night, there was only the "click" sound of locking the door.
At three in the morning, Loach Brother drove his BMW along the twisted routes of the GPS, stopping at a wild pond, where a group, dressed in storm attire and thick-soled boots without fear of bugs or snakes, were rummaging through reeds and bushes along the bank, then came over with their flashlights.
"Arrived?"
"Arrived, arrived."
"Got everything?"
"Don't worry! You know the guys are just waiting for this stuff, how could I not bring it?"
"That thing you mentioned before, is it really that good?"
