"The wine gourd is meant to be my granddaughter's dowry."

Old Zhangtou held the wine gourd as if it were a treasure, afraid someone might snatch it away.

Bai Yu chuckled and said, "Uncle Zhang, are you just making up a granddaughter to keep me from stealing your wine?"

Old Zhangtou, already seven parts drunk, retorted, "Nonsense, I really have a granddaughter."