Aunt Hong Mei suddenly shouted, startling Han Qiwu into a shiver.
Snapping back to his senses, he quickly asked, "Auntie, what's the matter?"
Aunt Hong Mei chuckled, "Oh, it's just this old aunt's ears are a bit dull, and I tend to speak loudly as a result. Don't rush to put your things down yet, let me make you a flower ornament. Drinking wine with it will be much more fragrant later."
Han Qiwu: "Drinking wine is more fragrant with a flower? So that's the proper use of a flower ornament?"
Sitting back in his chair, Han Qiwu quickly asked, "Auntie, do you have any gardenias here? I'd like to wear that."
"Gardenias? You like those, huh? Let me go look for some," Aunt Hong Mei said with a chuckle as she went back into the house and started rummaging around.
A while later, Aunt Hong Mei came out empty-handed and said helplessly, "The gardenias outside won't bloom for another month and a half. How about a little yellow flower instead?"
