"What?"
"Was she trying to secretly hide the Osmanthus Jam?"
The old man shook his head.
"Only she could come up with a spot like this."
"And she didn't even mind how much trouble it was to get to."
Xiao Xiao smiled.
He didn't say anything in response to the old man's complaints.
After all, this was a matter between the old man and his wife.
"Ah."
The old man stopped grumbling.
He struggled to look up.
"Is there any more?"
"Young Friend Xiao."
He turned to look at Xiao Xiao.
"Is this the only jar of Osmanthus Jam up there?"
One jar was fine, too.
It was better than none.
Still, he hoped there might be a few more.
"No."
Xiao Xiao shook his head.
"There's more up there."
He looked up and examined the spot.
Then he reached out and moved a few things aside.
"There are three more jars up there."
"Oh, oh."
The old man was a little surprised by that number.
Then he felt happy.
"Then please get them all down."
Xiao Xiao set the jars of Osmanthus Jam one by one on the kitchen table.
The thick, amber-like liquid shimmered in the sunlight streaming in from outside, gleaming with iridescent colors.
Each osmanthus blossom inside was clearly visible.
They looked like stars scattered throughout the jars.
They were very pretty.
"Grandpa Zou, the Osmanthus Jam you make is lovely."
Xiao Xiao didn't hold back his praise.
The old man smiled until his eyes narrowed.
The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.
"Right?"
"Not only does it look lovely,"
"it tastes wonderful, too."
The old man touched each jar of Osmanthus Jam.
"Here."
The old man pushed the jars toward Xiao Xiao.
"That's four