Fang Zichen said seriously: "Next time, don't give the children sugar water."
Uncle Tang said: "Then isn't the white sugar I bought last time going to waste?"
"How could it go to waste? The children can't drink it, but I can! After the children go to sleep, secretly make me some." Fang Zichen looked left and right like a thief, making sure no one was around, then handed him a water skin: "Once it's made, pour it in here."
Uncle Tang: "…"
So he came prepared! The master had probably been eyeing his three catties of white sugar for a long time.