Time flies and it is already August.
The golden osmanthus is fragrant, the woods are colorful, and the entire mansion is filled with joy. Everyone is just waiting for the full moon on August 15th so that they can have an auspicious and happy reunion festival.
In the old lady's room, she opened the clay wine jar from previous years. The sweet-scented osmanthus wine from the previous year had an alluring aroma, with a hint of honey-gold, which made people salivate at the sight of it.
There were naturally two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the second master's yard, but the second master didn't like sweet wine, so the wine was left in the corner of the room as if forgotten, to be used for fumigating the room.
Mia sniffed the aroma of osmanthus wine all day long and was very greedy.
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